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Return from EF
15 years ago
General
Hello world. I am now back from EF and mucus of concrud has receded to an acceptable level so I don’t sound like a vengeful Norse god anymore. Disappointing, I was getting used to summoning lightening and riding my goat-chariot.
This post is somewhat later than I would have liked, but it has come to my attention that RBW is in less than two months and I have to get right back into the art-groove and work another minor miracle. As such, life is still on hold. Eventually I might get to do my ironing, but I somehow doubt it.
As always the EF was an absolute blast and as always I can’t remember anything distinct, just a general blur of silly games, beer and inane chatter. In all honesty I’d like to keep it this way, but as with previous years I want to present a few vignettes and notes for posterity.
Art
Lets do the serious bit first before I descend into the absurd. Once again I was in the art show, everything sold and I made enough to cover my convention costs, which is all I every intended to do. I also won a nice big rosette for ‘Why the Cheetah’s Cheeks are stained’, which made me feel quite special. I also did one or two sketchbooks, which is not something I usually do, but I was really pleased with how they came out. My argument used to be that cons are too stressful to produce good art, but either I’ve got better or I was wrong in the first place. While on the subject of art, it was great to meet and briefly hang out with some truly brilliant artists, I’m not going to namecheck here as I’m sure I’ll forget someone, but those concerned know who they are. You guys are awesome.
Now, on to the silliness.
Silly Games
These are the things that can make a convention, and they were especially abundant this year. There was a decent game on Munchausen, followed by an awful drinking game involving a bottle Unicum* and a set of spherical dice. There was an epic D&D game that too three sessions to complete where I ended up as a lesbian hyena with a box of magic bones and got caked in black gunk at one point. Many thanks to the stalwart DM’s who ran that game, it was great fun. However, by far the silliest game involved a pack of vandalised flashcards designed for the under-fives. ‘Key Words’ became ‘Wankey Words’, and every seemingly benign word was given an obscene or surreal prefix or suffix to make it hilarious to drunkards. Until you have played the game you will never realise the potential of a card with ‘The Duchess of Cornwall’ written on one side and ‘Uvula’ on the other.
Silly Ideas
The following list is assembled from memories, little notes written on beer mats and sketches in my notebook. Some make sense, others don’t.
Bacon: I know that this is about, but it’s secret.
Squid: How cool would a squid fursuit be?
Jellyfish: How cool would a jellyfish fursuit be?
Longcat: How about a Longcat suit based on a Chinese dragon costume? Too many legs, but it could be fun.
Plushguts: Do fursuiters have plush internal organs?
Siamese Fur suit: You never see this, I wonder why? It could be like the twins from La Cité des Enfants Perdus, with one massive foot between them.
Furry Winehouse: God knows.
And that’s about all; if you got this far, congratulations, have a cookie.
~Theo
*Apparently this is the national drink of Hungary, but we only got it because it had ‘cum’ in the name. Look, it’s not big or clever, but we’re puerile, ok?
This post is somewhat later than I would have liked, but it has come to my attention that RBW is in less than two months and I have to get right back into the art-groove and work another minor miracle. As such, life is still on hold. Eventually I might get to do my ironing, but I somehow doubt it.
As always the EF was an absolute blast and as always I can’t remember anything distinct, just a general blur of silly games, beer and inane chatter. In all honesty I’d like to keep it this way, but as with previous years I want to present a few vignettes and notes for posterity.
Art
Lets do the serious bit first before I descend into the absurd. Once again I was in the art show, everything sold and I made enough to cover my convention costs, which is all I every intended to do. I also won a nice big rosette for ‘Why the Cheetah’s Cheeks are stained’, which made me feel quite special. I also did one or two sketchbooks, which is not something I usually do, but I was really pleased with how they came out. My argument used to be that cons are too stressful to produce good art, but either I’ve got better or I was wrong in the first place. While on the subject of art, it was great to meet and briefly hang out with some truly brilliant artists, I’m not going to namecheck here as I’m sure I’ll forget someone, but those concerned know who they are. You guys are awesome.
Now, on to the silliness.
Silly Games
These are the things that can make a convention, and they were especially abundant this year. There was a decent game on Munchausen, followed by an awful drinking game involving a bottle Unicum* and a set of spherical dice. There was an epic D&D game that too three sessions to complete where I ended up as a lesbian hyena with a box of magic bones and got caked in black gunk at one point. Many thanks to the stalwart DM’s who ran that game, it was great fun. However, by far the silliest game involved a pack of vandalised flashcards designed for the under-fives. ‘Key Words’ became ‘Wankey Words’, and every seemingly benign word was given an obscene or surreal prefix or suffix to make it hilarious to drunkards. Until you have played the game you will never realise the potential of a card with ‘The Duchess of Cornwall’ written on one side and ‘Uvula’ on the other.
Silly Ideas
The following list is assembled from memories, little notes written on beer mats and sketches in my notebook. Some make sense, others don’t.
Bacon: I know that this is about, but it’s secret.
Squid: How cool would a squid fursuit be?
Jellyfish: How cool would a jellyfish fursuit be?
Longcat: How about a Longcat suit based on a Chinese dragon costume? Too many legs, but it could be fun.
Plushguts: Do fursuiters have plush internal organs?
Siamese Fur suit: You never see this, I wonder why? It could be like the twins from La Cité des Enfants Perdus, with one massive foot between them.
Furry Winehouse: God knows.
And that’s about all; if you got this far, congratulations, have a cookie.
~Theo
*Apparently this is the national drink of Hungary, but we only got it because it had ‘cum’ in the name. Look, it’s not big or clever, but we’re puerile, ok?
The Flashcards were so much fun I didn't know I could get so much from such an immature game!
We Had Enzo Mari's Fable Game last year.
We broke that one utterly, it's supposed to be sweet and benign, but I cant look at elephants with out thinking of aggressive corporate takeovers anymore.
I wish I could ever say 'everything' sold.... once in my lifetime, maybe...maybe.... I really have to drink with you btw. - you seem to be such awesome drinking company! :D