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Furfright 09
16 years ago
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yeah, i might as well post here since i'm not getting any use out of this FREE FEATURE anyway. let's see how addled my memory is!
so, furry event. we meet again. it is important to note that as of about five days before the con, i was not excited at all. quite a few things were going wrong including but not limited to: friends dropping out, me not having my fursuit in time, the con not having time or room for the wizard people, dear reader showing i wanted so desperately to run, the flight there, etc. NONE OF THIS IS ANYONE'S FAULT. just slightly-sour grapes that put me in a slightly-sour mood.
a friend from my unit, jeremy, agrees to go with me since he is in connecticut at the time, i say yes, because anyone to hang out with is better than no one. plus, he has a pretty cool jeep.
thursday: flying all day from fairbanks to hartford. i lost my hacked psp somewhere along the way, which really doesn't piss me off as much as it should. i'm probably not getting it back, though!
i get into BDL at about 1100 PM. i get my baggage and i head to the curb, because i'm about to hail a taxi. no dice. shit's $105. i got a rental car for the day instead, which was $110. the chevy aveo i got handled like butter on a fucking saucepan. it was really scary, especially since the weather was as bad as it was.
i get to the hotel in one piece and i check in. since i'm in the military, i can get the military rate instead of the con group rate. i thought i had to have official orders for that, but whatever. $85 a night. no complaints here. i get some mcdonald's and crash.
friday: i meet my friend and we look around. registration line's long this time. usually it's the pre-reg line. so we talk about work (what else?). man, we suck.
i scope out the game room, as i like to do because i like vidcons. i brought all my rock band shit. i don't have all the downloadable songs, but i have a good amount because when the fuck am i going to play toby keith and iCarly? i pick what i like, thankyouverymuch. i drop that off donation-style and walk around some more. hm, people in suits. hm, a lot of people in suits. jeremy takes pictures and video. seems like he's enjoying himself. we hit the arcade and play some games and skeeball, and then combine our tickets and ask the staff member if he can give our tickets to the first little kid that walks through the door. i love doing that.
we come back to the game room and we see the smash brothers tournament.
i say this with no ambiguity: fuck some of the overgrown manchildren who play this game competitively, play it voraciously, and bitch about every little stupid thing. fuck them completely. almost no one showed up on time, and when they bothered to, some of them blamed the fucking tv when they lost. gr9 sportsmanship, guys~
after that, more rock band. rock band's a good social game, and i'm learning more about the drums every day, since jeremy's friend owns a drum studio in [undisclosed] and has invited me to go. sweet.
i explain to jeremy with what little knowledge i have about actual drums that rock band is actually better designed for drummers than guitar hero since it has you doing something different on the hi-hat. it may not be accurate to hit something else when a hi-hat comes along, but damned if you won't be doing something different by raising your foot off that hi-hat pedal, something i have yet to master on real drums. both games at least have you using your left for the snare even though the snare is positioned to the left of the hi-hat on the game screen. thank you for putting so much attention to detail into your game, harmonix. you would have fucked up millions of prospective drum students (a group of which i now consider myself a member) royally if you'd messed up the layout.
midnight was the eye of argon. i spent two hours and forty-five minutes in a circle with a whole bunch of other people and we all read what was apparently a tutorial on how to instruct your brain to have a stroke at will. i haven't laughed like that in forever. it's amazing.
saturday: since i got to bed at like 0330 AM, i'm pretty bleary-eyed and hung over after doing all the drinking friday night that i didn't mention (crown is your enemy, crown is your friend). i check my rock band stuff to see if it's all still there, and jeremy and i proceed to the drum studio. i almost vomit on the way. fun shit. i have a breakfast sandwich from a deli called home plate. it is probably the best breakfast sandwich i have ever had.
we do some cool stuff at the drum studio including looking at a whole bunch of drums i have no idea how to play, and taking about a half-hour on the drumset to gauge where i'm at. we talk about army stuff and then go back, where we sit in on the war dogs presentation.
i get the feeling that my friend and i were the only ones in that room with actual military working dog experience. don't get me wrong, i appreciate the sentiment, and it's a very undervalued charity they'd given to, definitely, but we brought a unique perspective that we then proceeded to not share, so i guess it's bad on us!
we actually had a MWD die during our deployment, and the dog was recognized in the returning ceremony along with all the other fallen. jeremy noted (and i agreed with him) that it was a little ludicrous for people in our unit to say that the dog did not deserve to be up there with everyone else who died. it looks like they don't fucking understand at all!
we also went into the charity room, where jeremy picked up a board game from the table and i scolded him because i am not a rule-breaker. =(
after that, we get lunch at the waterpark. we marvel at the bucket and how it must have OH SO MUCH WATER and we get our lip smackies and dough chewies. i spill some marinara sauce on the atrium rock wall and clean it up. he points out that some of the guys in the orange shirts are wearing guardian angels berets and i tell him that those guys must be dorsai. i explain the dorsai and he says 'oh'.
jeremy ducks out for the day after we hit the dealer's den. he gets some t-shirts. i severely doubt he's in this for the porn, so i ask him to let me know if he buys any comics or stories so i can look them over and avoid him an unwelcome surprise. he didn't buy much of anything so I guess that was a wash. i got a new tail and ears, since my old set is in disrepair, a red panda plush (since i have been looking for one of those and have not been able to find them), and a furfright t-shirt. i also got a foxes calendar.
i don't get it. i have several stuffed animals and i am into this furry shit something fierce and no one from my unit can tell i'm gay without me telling them first? too late now, suckers! i get out in two weeks, so au revoir, motherfuckers (because apparently french is gay too~)
after this, i played more rock band. played it sober, drunk and in between. what fun shit to do with other people! disaronno and coke is my poison of choice this time.
i caught the dance competition with that one crazy guy who did the knee slide onto the dance floor and moonwalked better than the michael jackson impersonator. apparently he is the only fine gentleman who knows to save his killer moves for the final round. i then - grsp - actually danced for a while! granted, it was my spastic "look at me i think i know how to dance but in reality i am just moving all of my limbs as fast as possible" dance, but hey. sometimes you have to dance like that to break all of your extremities at the same time.
i catch the rocky horror picture showing at midnight. because i am a virgin, i have no earthly clue what's going on, but i stay until the end because it's just so goddamned hilarious. i get to bed at 0300 AM again.
sunday: i totally was going to go to the waterpark in the morning, but since it was 1230 when i woke up, that was out. i check on my shit in the game room. hmm, why are they playing on an xbox that has no downloadable content in standard definition????????? i shrug it off and get some lunch.
jeremy doesn't come this time (he was watching some football with his friend, which is totally cool), so i just walk around. eventually i decide to work on the game i've been making for a few years now in the artist alley. i get a good amount done, actually! i guess it's being around all...all these people *swoon*
game room's closing at four, and i help clean up, from cleaning tables to consolidating equipment. five years in the military will make you really good at this somehow! i strike up a conversation with two wonderful individuals (it really can't be that hard to guess who. pull a sherlock and look at my FA page) and pack up my shit for a rock band room party i want to hold at six.
so i get back to my room and hook the stuff up, and discover that there is no disc in my ps3. "impossible," i gasp. "rock band was the only thing in my ps3 all weekend!" makes sense now that people were playing it on the 360, considering you can't play a game without the fucking game disc.
so i go back to the game room and ask if someone, somehow, took it out when they were packing it up. nope, it's gone. so, one of the wonderful individuals i was chatting with earlier decides that, hey, even though i noted on the inventory form that i had all my stuff and he is, thus, not liable since i said i had everything and was stupid enough to, you know, not have everything, he will reimburse me one full copy of rock band 2 ™ for playstation 3 ™ because he is one accountable motherfucker. you are the best dude. seriously. also, i ended up being able to get it for $50, so send me your paypal if you want that ten bucks back.
after everything goes down, i pack and stay up all night watching the most confusing season premiere of the venture brothers ever. man, that thing takes at least two watches to get.
i hop on my return flight at 0800 monday morning and check all the airports for my psp. no dice. :/
did i REMEMBAR EVERYTING?
i hope so because i have been sitting here for two hours typing this thing. time to go!
oh yeah thanks to: edscott, coinoperatedfox, jeremy (for putting up with this shit), juan (for providing amusing text message commentary the entire weekend) and the people in charge (con staff and the hotel) for fucking running this thing. you can't be anything but dead tired after the weekend's over!
Yeah, I totally didn't remember everything because I forgot about baron Von Yiffington and his awesome zombie apocalypse panel. You did a great job!
Also apparently Yiffington is in my iPhone predictive text dictionary
so, furry event. we meet again. it is important to note that as of about five days before the con, i was not excited at all. quite a few things were going wrong including but not limited to: friends dropping out, me not having my fursuit in time, the con not having time or room for the wizard people, dear reader showing i wanted so desperately to run, the flight there, etc. NONE OF THIS IS ANYONE'S FAULT. just slightly-sour grapes that put me in a slightly-sour mood.
a friend from my unit, jeremy, agrees to go with me since he is in connecticut at the time, i say yes, because anyone to hang out with is better than no one. plus, he has a pretty cool jeep.
thursday: flying all day from fairbanks to hartford. i lost my hacked psp somewhere along the way, which really doesn't piss me off as much as it should. i'm probably not getting it back, though!
i get into BDL at about 1100 PM. i get my baggage and i head to the curb, because i'm about to hail a taxi. no dice. shit's $105. i got a rental car for the day instead, which was $110. the chevy aveo i got handled like butter on a fucking saucepan. it was really scary, especially since the weather was as bad as it was.
i get to the hotel in one piece and i check in. since i'm in the military, i can get the military rate instead of the con group rate. i thought i had to have official orders for that, but whatever. $85 a night. no complaints here. i get some mcdonald's and crash.
friday: i meet my friend and we look around. registration line's long this time. usually it's the pre-reg line. so we talk about work (what else?). man, we suck.
i scope out the game room, as i like to do because i like vidcons. i brought all my rock band shit. i don't have all the downloadable songs, but i have a good amount because when the fuck am i going to play toby keith and iCarly? i pick what i like, thankyouverymuch. i drop that off donation-style and walk around some more. hm, people in suits. hm, a lot of people in suits. jeremy takes pictures and video. seems like he's enjoying himself. we hit the arcade and play some games and skeeball, and then combine our tickets and ask the staff member if he can give our tickets to the first little kid that walks through the door. i love doing that.
we come back to the game room and we see the smash brothers tournament.
i say this with no ambiguity: fuck some of the overgrown manchildren who play this game competitively, play it voraciously, and bitch about every little stupid thing. fuck them completely. almost no one showed up on time, and when they bothered to, some of them blamed the fucking tv when they lost. gr9 sportsmanship, guys~
after that, more rock band. rock band's a good social game, and i'm learning more about the drums every day, since jeremy's friend owns a drum studio in [undisclosed] and has invited me to go. sweet.
i explain to jeremy with what little knowledge i have about actual drums that rock band is actually better designed for drummers than guitar hero since it has you doing something different on the hi-hat. it may not be accurate to hit something else when a hi-hat comes along, but damned if you won't be doing something different by raising your foot off that hi-hat pedal, something i have yet to master on real drums. both games at least have you using your left for the snare even though the snare is positioned to the left of the hi-hat on the game screen. thank you for putting so much attention to detail into your game, harmonix. you would have fucked up millions of prospective drum students (a group of which i now consider myself a member) royally if you'd messed up the layout.
midnight was the eye of argon. i spent two hours and forty-five minutes in a circle with a whole bunch of other people and we all read what was apparently a tutorial on how to instruct your brain to have a stroke at will. i haven't laughed like that in forever. it's amazing.
saturday: since i got to bed at like 0330 AM, i'm pretty bleary-eyed and hung over after doing all the drinking friday night that i didn't mention (crown is your enemy, crown is your friend). i check my rock band stuff to see if it's all still there, and jeremy and i proceed to the drum studio. i almost vomit on the way. fun shit. i have a breakfast sandwich from a deli called home plate. it is probably the best breakfast sandwich i have ever had.
we do some cool stuff at the drum studio including looking at a whole bunch of drums i have no idea how to play, and taking about a half-hour on the drumset to gauge where i'm at. we talk about army stuff and then go back, where we sit in on the war dogs presentation.
i get the feeling that my friend and i were the only ones in that room with actual military working dog experience. don't get me wrong, i appreciate the sentiment, and it's a very undervalued charity they'd given to, definitely, but we brought a unique perspective that we then proceeded to not share, so i guess it's bad on us!
we actually had a MWD die during our deployment, and the dog was recognized in the returning ceremony along with all the other fallen. jeremy noted (and i agreed with him) that it was a little ludicrous for people in our unit to say that the dog did not deserve to be up there with everyone else who died. it looks like they don't fucking understand at all!
we also went into the charity room, where jeremy picked up a board game from the table and i scolded him because i am not a rule-breaker. =(
after that, we get lunch at the waterpark. we marvel at the bucket and how it must have OH SO MUCH WATER and we get our lip smackies and dough chewies. i spill some marinara sauce on the atrium rock wall and clean it up. he points out that some of the guys in the orange shirts are wearing guardian angels berets and i tell him that those guys must be dorsai. i explain the dorsai and he says 'oh'.
jeremy ducks out for the day after we hit the dealer's den. he gets some t-shirts. i severely doubt he's in this for the porn, so i ask him to let me know if he buys any comics or stories so i can look them over and avoid him an unwelcome surprise. he didn't buy much of anything so I guess that was a wash. i got a new tail and ears, since my old set is in disrepair, a red panda plush (since i have been looking for one of those and have not been able to find them), and a furfright t-shirt. i also got a foxes calendar.
i don't get it. i have several stuffed animals and i am into this furry shit something fierce and no one from my unit can tell i'm gay without me telling them first? too late now, suckers! i get out in two weeks, so au revoir, motherfuckers (because apparently french is gay too~)
after this, i played more rock band. played it sober, drunk and in between. what fun shit to do with other people! disaronno and coke is my poison of choice this time.
i caught the dance competition with that one crazy guy who did the knee slide onto the dance floor and moonwalked better than the michael jackson impersonator. apparently he is the only fine gentleman who knows to save his killer moves for the final round. i then - grsp - actually danced for a while! granted, it was my spastic "look at me i think i know how to dance but in reality i am just moving all of my limbs as fast as possible" dance, but hey. sometimes you have to dance like that to break all of your extremities at the same time.
i catch the rocky horror picture showing at midnight. because i am a virgin, i have no earthly clue what's going on, but i stay until the end because it's just so goddamned hilarious. i get to bed at 0300 AM again.
sunday: i totally was going to go to the waterpark in the morning, but since it was 1230 when i woke up, that was out. i check on my shit in the game room. hmm, why are they playing on an xbox that has no downloadable content in standard definition????????? i shrug it off and get some lunch.
jeremy doesn't come this time (he was watching some football with his friend, which is totally cool), so i just walk around. eventually i decide to work on the game i've been making for a few years now in the artist alley. i get a good amount done, actually! i guess it's being around all...all these people *swoon*
game room's closing at four, and i help clean up, from cleaning tables to consolidating equipment. five years in the military will make you really good at this somehow! i strike up a conversation with two wonderful individuals (it really can't be that hard to guess who. pull a sherlock and look at my FA page) and pack up my shit for a rock band room party i want to hold at six.
so i get back to my room and hook the stuff up, and discover that there is no disc in my ps3. "impossible," i gasp. "rock band was the only thing in my ps3 all weekend!" makes sense now that people were playing it on the 360, considering you can't play a game without the fucking game disc.
so i go back to the game room and ask if someone, somehow, took it out when they were packing it up. nope, it's gone. so, one of the wonderful individuals i was chatting with earlier decides that, hey, even though i noted on the inventory form that i had all my stuff and he is, thus, not liable since i said i had everything and was stupid enough to, you know, not have everything, he will reimburse me one full copy of rock band 2 ™ for playstation 3 ™ because he is one accountable motherfucker. you are the best dude. seriously. also, i ended up being able to get it for $50, so send me your paypal if you want that ten bucks back.
after everything goes down, i pack and stay up all night watching the most confusing season premiere of the venture brothers ever. man, that thing takes at least two watches to get.
i hop on my return flight at 0800 monday morning and check all the airports for my psp. no dice. :/
did i REMEMBAR EVERYTING?
i hope so because i have been sitting here for two hours typing this thing. time to go!
oh yeah thanks to: edscott, coinoperatedfox, jeremy (for putting up with this shit), juan (for providing amusing text message commentary the entire weekend) and the people in charge (con staff and the hotel) for fucking running this thing. you can't be anything but dead tired after the weekend's over!
Yeah, I totally didn't remember everything because I forgot about baron Von Yiffington and his awesome zombie apocalypse panel. You did a great job!
Also apparently Yiffington is in my iPhone predictive text dictionary
i hear you about the sleep deprivation, man. i'm still sucking, but mostly because of the jet lag.