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Why You Should Come To Bitchin' Party 2018
Register here!
Bitchin’ Party is a small multifandom fan con near Seattle that has been running every other year since 2008. The vibe is intimate and friendly; there are usually 80-90 attendees, and panels mostly take the format of round-table discussions including anyone who wants to speak. There’s a solid contingent of old-school Due South and SGA fans there as well as folks active in fandoms like MCU, Hamilton, Star Wars, Yuri on Ice–even if you’re not in the same fandoms, plenty of people are going to be excited that you’re excited regardless of what you’re excited about.
BP kicks off on Friday night with a group watch of something hilaribad–for example, the name “Bitchin’ Party” comes from a spectacularly terrible gay soap opera called Dante’s Cove. Saturday is panels, two at a time, then in the evening there are catered hors d'oeuvres, a vidshow, and a dance party. Sunday is catered breakfast, more panels, and a closing movie (past movies have included Hard Core Logo and Magic Mike XXL).Â
Throughout the con there’s a crafts table where you can make fannish collages and other artwork, a swap table where you can leave or retrieve all kinds of fun stuff, and a library table where you can borrow books on an honor system. Many friendships have been forged spontaneously in the panel rooms and hotel halls at BP, but this year we’re also doing some fun (totally optional) get-to-know-you stuff for anyone who would like structured opportunities to meet new people.
At BP, we try very hard to make sure everyone feels comfortable and respected. We provide pronoun ribbons for attendees to attach to their badges if they would like to let others know how they would like to be referred to, and we stand by our Code of Conduct against harassment. The concomm group is present for the whole con and easily accessible to anyone having a problem. Also, registration scholarships are available for those who need some financial help.
Nitty-gritties: April 13-15, 2018, at the Issaquah Hilton Garden Inn, registration is $85, attendees must be 18 or older. More detailed information is available here.
We hope to see you there!
I’m one of the people running this thang! you should come!
The Seattle Thunderbirds of the WHL played “Circle of Life” during intermission... my teammate grabbed his 3-month-old infant and held him aloft so fast I’m convinced he must have somehow known it was coming and brought the kid for this express purpose
100 years ago today, the Seattle Metropolitans became the first American hockey team to win the Stanley Cup. (It was much smaller then than it is now.) I threw a party to celebrate the centennial, and @hockeybabbler decorated this cake for the occasion.
When you’re in the middle of playing hockey, you don’t have much time or lungpower to spare for lengthy chats, so hockey players develop a lot of on-ice shorthand. Some of this is probably limited to beer leagues like mine, but I’ve definitely heard a few of these phrases caught on the rink-level mics during NHL games, so I thought maybe some of y’all who don’t play hockey might be interested in translations of a few of the things hockey players yell at each other mid-game.
OFF = You are offside.
OOOOOOOFF = You are offside and don’t seem to realize it; stop trying to touch the puck and move your ass out of the fucking zone before you force a whistle.
CHANGE = You’ve been on the ice a long time.
CHAAAAAAANGE = Are you aware that there are other people on this team who would like to play hockey at some point?
ONE ON = An opposing player is trying to get the puck away from you and it appears that you haven’t noticed.
GOT TIME = Don’t panic and fling the puck into Siberia, there’s no one close enough to take it away from you right this second.
ICE IT = We’ve been in our zone for three minutes and everyone on the ice is nearing collapse, so go ahead, panic and fling the puck into Siberia.
I’M OPEN = Pass toward the sound of my voice right fucking now.
ALL YOU = Take the puck forward yourself; everyone else is far enough behind you that you should not rely on getting any backup on this developing play.
I GOT YOU = You are so egregiously out of position that it makes more sense for us to just switch jobs for a minute.
I GOT IT = If we both skate hard to the puck at the same time, as is currently happening, there will be no one to pass it to and also we are liable to collide in an unproductive fashion, so just let me handle it.
I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT = You did not listen to me and we are about to collide in an unproductive fashion.
we played beer pong at my beer league hockey team’s end-of-season party, and our captain tried to find little Stanley Cups to use, but he couldn’t get any in time so he just printed out pictures of Stan Lee and taped them onto solo cups
one of many reasons I love playing hockey
There are not a lot of situations in my life in which people see me as dangerous. I’m female (or close enough for it not to make a difference in this context), I’m not all that tall, my frame could be reasonably described as “dumpy.” I have training in Filipino martial arts and knife fighting, but I don’t look like it, and fortunately I rarely have to use those skills, so not many people know I have them. I can be socially aggressive, but (hopefully) not to the extent of scaring anyone. People do not generally look at me and go “OH SHIT.” And I wouldn’t want them to.
Except on the rink. Oh man. The rink.
When I started playing hockey, I was not dangerous. I couldn’t skate fast, I couldn’t control the puck if I got it, and I fell over a lot. Almost everyone else was male, and they were almost all bigger, stronger, and faster than me. Opposing teams immediately evaluated me as no one they needed to worry about. And then I started to get better, and that initial evaluation occasionally turned out to be an underestimation that bit them in the ass, and I stopped expecting myself to suck, and...
Look. If you’ve never had control of a puck in the opposing team’s slot with their defense out of position, I don’t think I can explain how it feels. It’s twenty or thirty people focused exclusively on finding out what you’ll do next. It’s a goalie thinking bring it and two D-men thinking fuck I fucked up and a whole team thinking nooooooo and a whole other team thinking yessssssss. It’s an entire rink full of “OH SHIT.”
I am dangerous. I am a threat. It’s the greatest goddamn rush.
Read about the Florida Panthers’ awesome Spanish-language broadcast team here.
Roberto Luongo, 1997. ( x )
at USWNT camp
Megan Bozek: *tromping off the ice to the locker room* me: “Excuse me?” Megan Bozek: *turns around* me: “I made you guys cookies.” Megan Bozek: “Oh my gosh, thank you so much!” me: *offers tupperware, notices how much gear she’s carrying* “Are you gonna be able to--” Megan Bozek: “Oh yeah.” *shifts everything to one hand in about half a second and promptly yoinks cookies*
A gas leak explosion across the street from my local hockey bar recently blew out all the windows. One pane has been temporarily replaced by a decorated sheet of plywood celebrating the Seattle Supersonics and the 1917 Stanley-Cup-winning Seattle Metropolitans, the first American hockey team ever to win the Cup. ( x )
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The Muskegon Lumberjacks of the USHL had a “beach night.”
Justin Schultz found his clothes dangling above the ice at CONSOL today. ( x )