Tuesday, June 11, 2013

The Other 30-Something Couple Who Mostly Keep to Themselves

It was nice out today, which of course brings all the annoying people out of the woodwork, so I wasn't surprised when I heard yelling outside the apartment. When I looked, it turned out to be the guy I call Loud Smelly Guy. That's when I realized that, aside from Upstairs Douchebag and one-half of The Nice Older Cuban Couple (I know the husband's name, but not the wife's), I know not one of my courtyard neighbors' names. Instead, I refer to them all by descriptive names I've made up along the way, such as Loud Smelly Guy, Upstairs Douchebag, and The Nice Older Cuban Couple. The other courtyard dwellers have been dubbed as follows:

Overly Tan Boat Shoes Guy
The Nice Old Lady Who Calls Me Nicole
The 20-Something Couple Who Mostly Keep to Themselves
The People Who Like to Stare in My Windows
The Old Russian Couple Who Hates Me Because My Former Upstairs Neighbor Was Their Friend
Cute New Guy With the Great Ass
One of the Maintenance Guys for the Complex and His Brother
The People Who Were Displaced by Hurricane Sandy
The Quiet Older Puerto Rican Couple
The Family of Indeterminate Race With Seemingly a Thousand Obnoxious Kids
The 30-Something Couple Who Mostly Keep to Themselves
Whoever Lives in the Last Apartment on the Bottom Level (because I truly I have no idea)

I'm sure I have a similar descriptive name in some people's minds (I actually heard someone call me "The Girl With the Big Dog and the Big Tattoos" once while I was walking Chuck).

Does it suck that I don't have one neighbor I'd trust enough to give my key to for an emergency, or even to ask to take in my mail if I'm not home? Sure. Is it sad that none of us feel the need to learn each other's names? A little. It might even be a commentary on today's society, but I can't be bothered to go that deep with it right now. Sure, I'd love to have neighbors Josh and I could be friends with, barbecue with, whatever. And maybe someday that will happen for us. Just not now, not here in this apartment complex. For now, we're The Other 30-Something Couple Who Mostly Keep to Themselves. And we're ok with that.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Lauren Holly is kind of a bitch.

This past Saturday, Josh, Aunt Paula and I went to Wizard World Philadelphia Comic Con and had an awesome time. Josh and I had been before, but it was Aunt Paula's first time and she had a blast, which makes me happy, because she originally had wanted to go to see Nathan Fillion, who was scheduled to be there but canceled due to "scheduling conflicts." Boo.

An actual working pay phone in Philly. 
I love conventions like this. I appreciate good cosplay, and if there's one thing there is an abundance of at Comic Con, it's cosplay, both good and bad. This was my favorite of the day:

I also love that conventions like this give fans the chance to interact with/geek out over their favorite comic book/movie/TV show celebs. Some celebs' lines were ridiculously long, but they were gracious and chatted with fans as they signed autographs. Case in point: Norman Reedus. His line was out of control before he even arrived, but he took the time to speak to every single person in that line.

Norman Reedus being awesome.
Most celebs who appear at these things understand how they work. They know that people are going to geek out over them, and they are, for the most part, humble, nice people. Remember folks, they are just people. Not that I didn't turn into a total fangirl the minute I saw Marky Ramone, because I did. I'm surprised I didn't squeal. But yes, he is just a person like you and I. Well, maybe not exactly like you and I, but you get my point.

Henry Winkler - yes, The Fonz! - is truly one of the nicest people on the planet. He was chatting with everyone, and was so polite, even helping one woman navigate around the barrier, and he seemed genuinely happy to be there. Of course, he is an actor, and I'm aware that he very well could have been acting. But still.

Even Fonzie loves zombies/aliens.
Shawn Ashmore and Aaron Ashmore, who are freaking adorable, by the way, seem like genuine, down-to-Earth guys. After their Q&A, Josh approached Aaron to ask a question about Warehouse 13, and he could not have been nicer. Not only did he answer the question, but he put actual thought into his answer, named a specific episode from the previous season, and he spoke to Josh like a person, not a peasant.

Aaron (left) and Shawn (right) Ashmore. Lotta hotness right there.
There is, however, the flip side as well. Some celebs who appear are just not cool. At all. I've heard from other people who were there that Lou Ferrigno was a dick. I don't think I'm surprised. I don't care who you are, there's no reason to be a dick to people who wait in line to see you and then pay for the privilege of a ten second chat and an autograph.

Side note: 
Dear William Shatner,
As much as I love you, I'm not going to pay $75 for your autograph.
I'm just not.

Aside from Lou Ferrigno, I saw/heard nothing but good things about the other attending celebs...except for Lauren Holly. Lauren Holly, as it turns out, is kind of a bitch. She was one of the only people all day who had no line. And I mean no line. Maybe nobody wanted to pay $40 for her autograph. Or maybe she should learn to be nicer to her fans. Here's what happened: because there was no line, and Josh liked her, he decided to go over and see her. He made a comment about the way her character was killed off on NCIS, because he disagreed with it. Do you know what her response was? An incredibly snotty "You put too much thought into it. It's just a character." No shit it's just a character, bitch. Do you think he didn't know that? Do the chicks dressed as Wonder Woman really think they're Wonder Woman? No. Who says that to a fan? Maybe that's why she had no line.

See the Joker dude? He was the only other person in her line.
P.S. I think she's only smiling here because someone just handed her a beer.

Her Q&A, which we had originally been planning to attend, was scheduled for 6pm, but after that interaction, when I asked Josh if he wanted to go, his response was "No, fuck her."

Shame on you, Lauren Holly. Shame on you.