Multi-fandom blog. You will find Supernatural, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Marvel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Firefly, and whatever else I feel like posting. There will be fanfic recs and NSFW posts. I'm a multi-shipper and I don't want ship hate. Not a spoiler free blog, however Supernatural spoilers are tagged at least the night the newest episode airs (usually as #supernatural spoilers or just #spoilers).
Supernatural is blessed to have so many passionate fans willing to spend their hard-earned dollars to travel Lord knows how many miles to hang out with us for a weekend. So every so often, I pack my bag, leave my real life, show up at a hotel and check in under my alias (that’s Creation’s rule. I don’t really think it’s necessary, but I suppose it adds to the mystique. I just wish they’d let me pick my own name. I’m dying to ask a buttoned-up hotel clerk to find a room with a view for ‘Pat McCrotch’). The point is it seems that, at least for now, I’m a regular fixture on the Supernatural Dog n’ Pony show, there to help deliver the experience the fans are hoping to have. I’m the approachable actor, the Karaoke King, the funny front man, the silly sidekick. And to many of them, I am, for lack of a better word, famous. Who am I to tell them they’re wrong? They’re having fun, I’m having fun. No one is getting hurt (unless there’s another outbreak of karaoke stage-diving or Matt hurls another chair). I just show up and play the part I’m expected to play. Is that weird? Perhaps. But at its core, it’s still just acting. It’s what I do. So maybe sometimes, instead of on a stage or on a set, I do it in a convention hall. And maybe somehow, in some people’s eyes, that makes me C level. But if it all translates to four years and 33-plus cons and thousands upon thousands of happy fans, then I think C is a pretty sweet level to be on.
As long as Mr McCrotch gets that room with a view.