So, we'd gotten to about this point in the proceedings. [It'll be interesting to see what else shows up in that yahoo group. Photos and posts.] So there's Ford on the monitor, and our Mistress of Ceremonies, Bobbi Sue Luther, at the podium. And random post-battle Larpers on the stage. Let me discourse on Ms. Luther. She was clearly a little uncertain at the outset, and seemed to think it was a tough crowd. But rather than shrivel up, or escape to the VIP lounge and thence to the limo, she girded up and threw herself into it. She rocked us like a hurricane. She hit 12 on the ten-point extroversion scale and worked it. A pro... A trouper... you hear those show-biz terms all the time, usually in some made-up publicity crap about how Tom Cruise got a hangnail on the set and still did the scene. Bobbi Sue was the real deal. She deserves: 1) to be the MC for any future Larpies (should there be any (and she wants the job)) 2) the next Larpy Lifetime Achievement Award.
OK, moving on, Best Monster was the second award announced. With this as my competition, I knew the only way I would win was either: 1) it's a trick of forced perspective and that dragon is six inches long 2) that's all it does. It sits there like a statue and can't even slowly chase people in a half-blind, clumsy and dangerous manner like I did in the bugsuit. 3) the judges are on crack 4) the producers wanted the winner to be in the house
aaronjv capered for me and demanded that I get down close to the stage just in case. Lo and behold, my name was called. I nearly trampled some fat furry fuck who was in my way as I tried to make my way on stage. Picked up the statuette in the wings and made my way to shake hands with not-Adrien Brody and give a hug to Vanessa Branch. Then I hit the podium. Cthulhu knows what I said. I confess I had spent some sleepless time in bed a few days ago, considering what to say. I sorta hit the main points that I wanted to address, but two martinis on an empty stomach will do something to your concentration. Whatever actually came out of my mouth, this is a reconstruction of what you were supposed to hear. It's sort of a mixture of what I 'planned' to say and the stuff that I can remember I actually said.
Thank you. First I want to not just thank, but honor Andrew Leman of the HP Lovecraft Historical Society, who built the monster suit. He couldn't be here, because he's at a screening of his short film adaptation of "The Call of Cthulhu". Since I had no hand in making the monster, I think of this award as the Best Stuntman award. I chased people, at night, over uneven ground, on stilts, wearing a helmet that I couldn't see out of. Why did I do it? I did it because it was fun. That why we all do what we do. It's not for the money, it's not for the awards [it's not to 'win' (I know I forgot this one)]. We do it because it's fun. I want to thank Enigma at UCLA. If it weren't for them, I probably wouldn't be Larping and enjoying the amazing stuff we've done there over the years. [They are not just fellow gamers; many of them have become lifelong friends. (I forgot that, too - I forgot my lifelong friends! What a bad friend I am!)] Finally, I want to thank my wife: the love of my life and my partner in crime. Thank you.
However, I bet the audio on the eventual DVD will be more like: "Thanks. Wanna thank Andrew... Cthulhu Film! Me and the monster suit, running around in my backyard 'n' I couldn't see shit! Fucking funny as hell, man. And that's why we LARP. Not money or this silly silly award, but fun. ENIGMA!!!! ENIGMA!!!! U-C-L-A Fight! Fight! Fight! Uh, my wife is hot! BYE!"
Whichever is closer to the truth, a couple photos were taken and I was heading off the stage. Where they collected my goddamn Larpy award. They only had one statuette to get cycled through all night long. I've been promised a real one at some point.
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Date: 2006-05-01 10:57 pm (UTC)Let me discourse on Ms. Luther. She was clearly a little uncertain at the outset, and seemed to think it was a tough crowd. But rather than shrivel up, or escape to the VIP lounge and thence to the limo, she girded up and threw herself into it. She rocked us like a hurricane. She hit 12 on the ten-point extroversion scale and worked it. A pro... A trouper... you hear those show-biz terms all the time, usually in some made-up publicity crap about how Tom Cruise got a hangnail on the set and still did the scene. Bobbi Sue was the real deal. She deserves:
1) to be the MC for any future Larpies (should there be any (and she wants the job))
2) the next Larpy Lifetime Achievement Award.
OK, moving on, Best Monster was the second award announced. With this as my competition, I knew the only way I would win was either:
1) it's a trick of forced perspective and that dragon is six inches long
2) that's all it does. It sits there like a statue and can't even slowly chase people in a half-blind, clumsy and dangerous manner like I did in the bugsuit.
3) the judges are on crack
4) the producers wanted the winner to be in the house
However, I bet the audio on the eventual DVD will be more like: "Thanks. Wanna thank Andrew... Cthulhu Film! Me and the monster suit, running around in my backyard 'n' I couldn't see shit! Fucking funny as hell, man. And that's why we LARP. Not money or this silly silly award, but fun. ENIGMA!!!! ENIGMA!!!! U-C-L-A Fight! Fight! Fight! Uh, my wife is hot! BYE!"
Whichever is closer to the truth, a couple photos were taken and I was heading off the stage. Where they collected my goddamn Larpy award. They only had one statuette to get cycled through all night long. I've been promised a real one at some point.