Condition Blue was a great success! Had lots of fun, met cool people, bought tons of crap, wasted three hundred dollars on charity, and even commissioned two pictures!

Ended up taking the bus, the train schedules just didn't fit mine, bit of a pity, trains are what tied our great nation from coast to coast, and now it's all about the Greyhounds and the airbuses and non railroaded forms of locomotion, ahh well, there will be others...

I think the furryness has been... cemented into me. At last, I finally saw, through an unfiltered lens, the fandom. Without the tint of the internet, without other people's opinions. All in all, they are mostly awesome people. A couple annoying, silly people here and there, other people who look better in their fursuit then they do without, but they are people. People having fun. Yes yes, I know what you're thinking; what is this 'fun' you speak of? The fandom is an escape, yes, but even it has it's grounds in reality, furries live normal lives, for the most part, its just the extremes that frighten people, extremes that exist in all walks of life. And... mother of God, why do fursuits look so cute and cuddly!?

Don't get me wrong, I will resist the taint with all of my heart, so that I don't become a savage beast (see what I did there?) and lose my grip on reality. I have a close circle of friends of the more mundane type, and I don't see the need to risk it by advertising the fact that I have... rather odd tastes, and the only somewhat joking vow I made with my sister still stands, morbid as it is.