On meeting Mark Oshiro and Neil Gaiman

I’ve had the most wonderful weekend. First on friday Mark Oshiro (From Mark Reads and Mark Watches) was in Amsterdam and I went to a meet-up with him, which turned into the longest event he had on this tour so far. We met up at 7 pm, waited for late-comers and then we went to the Amsterdam public library (which is amazing) to sit on the terrace and eat and talk and listen to Mark tell stories and read bad fanfic. Suddenly it was already 10 pm and the library was closing, but the fanfic portion of the evening had just started. So we to a pub and continued until 11.45 pm.

I never thought that Mark would get the chance to come over to Europe to do a tour so I had basically resigned myself to never meeting him in real life unless I saved up and went to the States. Suddenly getting to meet him was such a treat! I went on my own and didn’t know anybody (we ended up being a small group of thirteen people) so I was a little nervous about that and a bit more nervous about meeting someone from the internet who I admire. Everything went great and I felt comfortable and talked with everyone and it was awesome. I think my favourite moment (of an evening filled with favourite moments) was watching Mark flail in response to me asking if he would be doing Orphan Black for Mark Watches. He already watched it so no, but it was so great to share how awesome that show is with him. (Seriously, go watch Orphan Black ya’ll.)

Then on saturday Neil Gaiman came to my home town for an interview and signing. I love his books so much, I basically want to live in his brain. I did not go alone this time but I was much more nervous then I had been for meeting Mark. It was great to be able to share feeling nervous and excited with my best friend though. Neil was witty and nice and when I got to get my books signed he told me he loved my hair (pictures beneath the fold)! While we were in line for the signing people were handed post-its so we could write down what we wanted Neil to sign in our books and so that he would know how to spell our names. I wrote on mine that American Gods was one of my favourite books ever and that the second copy of The Ocean At The End Of The Lane was for a friend of mine who couldn’t come to the signing but was a big fan too. I did this just in case I would suddenly lose all ability to speak once I was in front of Neil. Normally that is not something that happens to me but I remembered getting my copy of The Fault in Our Stars signed by John Green and my brain went ‘pronouncing English words? Hahaha, NO’. (I got the Dutch edition, Een Weeffout in onze Sterren as a bithday gift for my cousin and John suggested he could write ‘happy birthday’ which I felt was the smartest idea ever because I hadn’t thought of that at all.) It was so incredible to get to meet Neil Gaiman, even with just a few sentences of actual personal interaction. Whenever I see his signature in my books I remember that moment that I will treasure for ever because it made me so happy. For a while after the event had ended my friend and I were both still giddy and flailing and ‘OMG NEIL GAIMAN’. Sharing geekiness and fangirling is the best feeling in the world.

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Took my Holga on a trip


In the window

First I snapped some shots of things in my neighbourhood, like this blossom tree and the display window of an optician.
But the rest of the film roll is taken up with photos from the Nerdfighter Gathering in Antwerp that I went to. Originally it was a film roll of 24 frames, but for some reason at the lab I got it developed they cut off the roll halfway in frame 17. So whatever was behind that is lost to me, which sucks. It was my first time with this film, Agfaphoto vista 400, and I think I like the results I had with the lomography film in this camera better. Still, there are some nice photos. 🙂


Looking down

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One of my favorite youtubers ( Booksandquills ) filmed a lot of the two meetings with John Green, and editted her favorite moments together. I was in the second meeting, so the shots in which you can see the table with John’s beer on it I was present for. (You’ll hear him talk about the falling flowers I mentioned in my last post.)

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