#obsse

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Addendum to yesterday: I was working at Wizard World Chicago on Saturday and Sunday (at the 501st Legion booth, so if you saw a female Imperial officer running around that was me) and ended up getting one of the exhibitor passes, so I had some extra money to spend. As the beginning of this would suggest, Star Wars is kinda my jam. Carrie Fisher was signing, so I get in line with my ticket at 4:30 on Saturday (group B was supposed to start at 5)- and learned that she hadn't started group A yet. Bonus thanks to my new line buddies for keeping me sane for the three and a half hours we sat in line. I'd brought the book above to get signed, and about 3 rows ahead of me they announced she was no longer doing personalizations. (To be fair, it was well past show closing and I was at the FRONT of the B line.) When I got up to her, she had Gary (her dog) sitting next to her, and her assistant slides the book over. She opens it, looks up at me, and says (and again, I'm still in my Imperial kit from booth duty) "They keep trying to tell me what to do. I will not be stymied. How would you like this made out?" I died. Having resurrected myself by Sunday morning, I haul my tired self back to hall F to open the booth and then get in line for Gillian Anderson at about 10:30. Here's the thing about me and the X-Files (okay, there are more than a few things about me and the X-Files, including adolescent me trying to wrangle my head around puppy crushes on Mulder AND Scully)- my first fandom online was X-Files. This was 1998-99, and I was moving from one state to another after my freshman year of high school. Fun times. Most of that fan group (OBSSE) were adult women, but there was a small cohort of teenagers and as I was chatting with one, I mentioned my impending move. Turns out she went to the same high school I'd be transferring to. So the X-Files very literally found me my best friends in the middle of what was otherwise a really tough time in my life. It also guided me into my career choice, because 13-year-old Inyri sat transfixed in front of her TV and said "I want to be like Scully when I grow up." (Slightly older me decided pathology was creepy, though, so my current patients are all firmly in the land of the living.) And yesterday, I got to meet Gillian Anderson and tell her that. And she gave me a high-five.