Onward and upward into part 2 of my 3-part review of this year’s Gallifrey One: Network 23. If you didn’t read the previous installment, I would first encourage you to go back and read part one of my review, and all the disclaimers therein. Once you’re done with that, come back over and we’ll get into the nitty-gritty, nougaty goodness of Day Two.
…what? Wow, done already? You read fast. I applaud you. Ready? Here we go…
I am, quite possibly, the least qualified person on the planet to give a real review of any convention, much less Gallifrey One. By now, the internet is rife with excellent breakdowns, impeccable evaluations, and more reviews than God of an experience that I can only begin to digest. With fifty-odd years of fandom to explore, eleven Doctors total to discover, and an endlessly fascinating array of subcultures to commune with, at best I can only offer an unfair and heavily imbalanced view of the entire thing through the glittering, rose-colored glasses of someone still experiencing the pangs of first love with Doctor Who and the convention experience as a whole.
So, if you’re still with me? Good for you…shall we begin?
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I’ve decided to start blogging regularly, and a little more seriously than ever because I think I figured out what it means to be a nerd.
When you’re like me, a lone nerd in a sea of normies or just other nerds of far different breeds, life becomes a one-sided conversation. You know the one…
Me: OMG YOU GUISE THIS IS AWESOME.
Everyone Else:…good for you? *strange look*
Me: NO, SRSLY. LOOK AT THIS. *FLAILING AND GENERAL LOSS OF BODILY CONTROL*
Everyone Else: Yes, we heard you the first time. Learn grammar.
Me: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. BOW BEFORE THE MAJESTY OF THIS CRAZY COOL THING I AM SCREECHING ABOUT.
Everyone Else: *leaves the room and makes a note to call the authorities*
