Friday 27th August, 12am
So, the problem with titling your blog, Whedon Watch, and in it describing your (however half-assed) plans to stalk His Whedonness during your exploits in America, is that the first thing you hear from anyone upon your return is, “Oh hi, welcome back – did you find Joss Whedon?”
Lucky then, that I could always quip, “No, but have I told you that I’m going to his Big Damn Keynote Speech?! Because I’m going to his Big Damn Keynote Speech.” And everyone would clap excitedly and bounce up and down. (I must note here, I suppose, that most of these people were in my head. I think all the real people tended to move on to ask politely about the less Whedon-oriented aspects of my trip. The duffers.)
It’s been a month since I got back, and having largely(/completely) neglected this poor blog since then, I haul my arse back here now to say,
I am seeing Joss Whedon tonight.
Fuck yes.
Melbourne
