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17 years ago
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Well, MFF was fun.
Slightly annoyed that the group of people I had a desire to hang out with kept shrinking over the course of the con. Not that I had an issue with anyone there, simply that those cool and groovy people I do so enjoy hanging out with at cons had a habit of vanishing.
Razerz,
FishyBoner, 
404, 
Noxal, Nocturn, Nathagraba of Pawstar, 
Arphalia, Rev, 
NRG, 
antitheusmors, 
Saege, 
Blackfrost 
Zillford, Naore, James, GM... and a whole bunch of faces that I can't recall names for. 
savannahhorrocks. ....skulldog, I think? People from faire, too. Met a bunch of folks through social proxy, spent a lot of time wandering the halls looking for people to hang out with, spent a truly disproportionate amount of said time hanging out with Django, considering he lives like a mile from me.
Among the highlights of the con were assisting Aya into the anteater suit, which was amazing, and helping guide her down to the con proper. Not really a great _story_ per se, but it was a lot of fun.
Oh my god, MiA/404/Missing/Wh?t. So, last year, I gave her monies for a conbadge, something to take home and work on because I had slacked on bringing ideas. Over the course of the year, she's run into time crunch, a computer exploding, and various unpleasant time-stealing noise. I hear from her, end of october, that the badge has been finished, needs my mailing address since she can't attend. Communication is made and I eagerly wait by my mailbox for awsum artstuffs. And my mail carrier is being an idiot. Packages left outside, mail hanging out of the door slot instead of in the locked mail box thing.
So, the con comes. I have no badge. I am mortified that it has seemingly disappeared in the mail. And MiA, bouncy lovable glitterball she is, finds me friday night hanging out in the commons area. And hands me a FRIGGIN MENU. I'm talking the sort of thing you get at a diner. This 'badge' menu unfolds into a 1.5ft x 2ft or so art piece on cardboard of my pangolin. I spend the next three minutes making a 'what' face, and fifteen minutes more bouncing around and showing everyone under the blue sky. It will be scanned some time this week. Needless to say, I am incredibly pleased.
I... uh. Fuck, there's more stories to be told, but I just lost all of them thinking about the menu.
Well, I spent some time chilling with Fishy, which was groovy, as I've come to expect out of her. Which reminds me of my great victim of timing tale.
So.. Saturday evening. I've been hanging about the con for thirty hours or so, Angel is attending but covered as far as handlers. I've got nobody but myself I need to keep an eye on. All day, I've been a little confused, having slept friday night and found myself more conscious and aware than I have ever been, saturday at a con. Through whatever manner or means, these few hours having mostly dissolved, I've come to hang out with Fishy in the soon-to-be-closed Dealer's Room, and one of us strikes the idea to go out and share a toke.
Sounds like great fun to me, excepting the whole nightmarish cold thing. So, after a quick jaunt to our respective rooms, picking up supplies and several layers of clothing, we head out for a nice smoke in the windy bitter cold. And then we head back in because dear god its fucking freezing and my nipples feel like icicles. We part ways in the con lobby, as I need to find people, and they're keen on dropping their gear upstairs. I encounter, eventually, Rev, Vulphgarr, Angel, Arphie... and some other people. I don't recall too clearly. Slowly, verrrrrry slowly, the pot is creeping into my brain, my tongue going halfway numb amongst other things.
I've been hearing from Vulphgarr most of the con, about this Liquid Corpse drink he's produced and brought along. I have not, until this point, encountered it. Somewhere in this conversation, Rev pulls a bottle from his coat, and offers it to me, and there are several snickers and laughs from the group. With an eye of suspicion, I sniff it, and my brain immediately refuses to put it near my mouth. But, fully garbed in my pirate gear, and genuinely curious, I eventually put the concoction to my lips, and attempt a tasting sip.
I cannot describe it effectively. Half the slug ends up down my throat, another quarter in my mouth, the last quarter on my face, as I attempt to remove this bottled essence of vileness from my presence. It took all I could muster to swallow it instead of spitting it on the nice clean, unburnt carpet. Or my horrible 'friends'. The first few exhalations I honestly believe were smoke, or steam.
The next fifteen minutes are spent attempting to purge the taste from my mouth, with no success, my friends cackling at me.
Anyone who has had american absinthe can tell you how goddamn bad that stuff tastes. This was not american. There was everclear involved. And I'm fairly sure there was either ginger, or pepper brandy in it. Never. Never again.
Slowly, everything begins to collect in my bloodstream, and find its way into their appropriate receptors. The next ten hours are spent in a much more convention-appropriate state of mind. Five AM, I apparently fall asleep, in the corner of the convention commons area (the Den). Ten AM, I'm awoken by a pack of poptarts landing on my conbadge. I'm not sure what in all happened, but it was great fun. I'm fairly sure there was Mao involved.
What else, what else.. I witnessed Kage in a Hamtaro suit. 2 and Jibba in the Hamtaro suit with Kage. Hamtaro head running around the room with Kage in the body giving chase. And great drinking stories as well.
Not being able to smoke indoors was kind of assy. But I saved a lot of cigarettes that way.
I commissioned four people, and completely failed to make a list of who until 2am Saturday.
FUCKING FIRE ALARM. FUCK.
Free pizzas! I ate goddamn well this con, all manner of reasonably trustworthy leftovers ending up in my lap. Django ate rice with a knife, lol.
Got a sliver badge from Fishy. Got Zillford working on the possum. Aya's awaiting information on my blanket shade. MiA art'd up the pangolin, as mentioned, and will be working on my papercrow some time. I pray my incredible awesomeness will not blow up another computer. XD
Got
fotter's button, need to get that to her.
There's a shittonne more that I know goddamn well happened and was amazing, but I am not collected enough to write it down or remember it just yet. If you remember anything else, please let me know.
P.S. Pics or it didn't happen.
Slightly annoyed that the group of people I had a desire to hang out with kept shrinking over the course of the con. Not that I had an issue with anyone there, simply that those cool and groovy people I do so enjoy hanging out with at cons had a habit of vanishing.
Razerz,
FishyBoner, 
404, 
Noxal, Nocturn, Nathagraba of Pawstar, 
Arphalia, Rev, 
NRG, 
antitheusmors, 
Saege, 
Blackfrost 
Zillford, Naore, James, GM... and a whole bunch of faces that I can't recall names for. 
savannahhorrocks. ....skulldog, I think? People from faire, too. Met a bunch of folks through social proxy, spent a lot of time wandering the halls looking for people to hang out with, spent a truly disproportionate amount of said time hanging out with Django, considering he lives like a mile from me.Among the highlights of the con were assisting Aya into the anteater suit, which was amazing, and helping guide her down to the con proper. Not really a great _story_ per se, but it was a lot of fun.
Oh my god, MiA/404/Missing/Wh?t. So, last year, I gave her monies for a conbadge, something to take home and work on because I had slacked on bringing ideas. Over the course of the year, she's run into time crunch, a computer exploding, and various unpleasant time-stealing noise. I hear from her, end of october, that the badge has been finished, needs my mailing address since she can't attend. Communication is made and I eagerly wait by my mailbox for awsum artstuffs. And my mail carrier is being an idiot. Packages left outside, mail hanging out of the door slot instead of in the locked mail box thing.
So, the con comes. I have no badge. I am mortified that it has seemingly disappeared in the mail. And MiA, bouncy lovable glitterball she is, finds me friday night hanging out in the commons area. And hands me a FRIGGIN MENU. I'm talking the sort of thing you get at a diner. This 'badge' menu unfolds into a 1.5ft x 2ft or so art piece on cardboard of my pangolin. I spend the next three minutes making a 'what' face, and fifteen minutes more bouncing around and showing everyone under the blue sky. It will be scanned some time this week. Needless to say, I am incredibly pleased.
I... uh. Fuck, there's more stories to be told, but I just lost all of them thinking about the menu.
Well, I spent some time chilling with Fishy, which was groovy, as I've come to expect out of her. Which reminds me of my great victim of timing tale.
So.. Saturday evening. I've been hanging about the con for thirty hours or so, Angel is attending but covered as far as handlers. I've got nobody but myself I need to keep an eye on. All day, I've been a little confused, having slept friday night and found myself more conscious and aware than I have ever been, saturday at a con. Through whatever manner or means, these few hours having mostly dissolved, I've come to hang out with Fishy in the soon-to-be-closed Dealer's Room, and one of us strikes the idea to go out and share a toke.
Sounds like great fun to me, excepting the whole nightmarish cold thing. So, after a quick jaunt to our respective rooms, picking up supplies and several layers of clothing, we head out for a nice smoke in the windy bitter cold. And then we head back in because dear god its fucking freezing and my nipples feel like icicles. We part ways in the con lobby, as I need to find people, and they're keen on dropping their gear upstairs. I encounter, eventually, Rev, Vulphgarr, Angel, Arphie... and some other people. I don't recall too clearly. Slowly, verrrrrry slowly, the pot is creeping into my brain, my tongue going halfway numb amongst other things.
I've been hearing from Vulphgarr most of the con, about this Liquid Corpse drink he's produced and brought along. I have not, until this point, encountered it. Somewhere in this conversation, Rev pulls a bottle from his coat, and offers it to me, and there are several snickers and laughs from the group. With an eye of suspicion, I sniff it, and my brain immediately refuses to put it near my mouth. But, fully garbed in my pirate gear, and genuinely curious, I eventually put the concoction to my lips, and attempt a tasting sip.
I cannot describe it effectively. Half the slug ends up down my throat, another quarter in my mouth, the last quarter on my face, as I attempt to remove this bottled essence of vileness from my presence. It took all I could muster to swallow it instead of spitting it on the nice clean, unburnt carpet. Or my horrible 'friends'. The first few exhalations I honestly believe were smoke, or steam.
The next fifteen minutes are spent attempting to purge the taste from my mouth, with no success, my friends cackling at me.
Anyone who has had american absinthe can tell you how goddamn bad that stuff tastes. This was not american. There was everclear involved. And I'm fairly sure there was either ginger, or pepper brandy in it. Never. Never again.
Slowly, everything begins to collect in my bloodstream, and find its way into their appropriate receptors. The next ten hours are spent in a much more convention-appropriate state of mind. Five AM, I apparently fall asleep, in the corner of the convention commons area (the Den). Ten AM, I'm awoken by a pack of poptarts landing on my conbadge. I'm not sure what in all happened, but it was great fun. I'm fairly sure there was Mao involved.
What else, what else.. I witnessed Kage in a Hamtaro suit. 2 and Jibba in the Hamtaro suit with Kage. Hamtaro head running around the room with Kage in the body giving chase. And great drinking stories as well.
Not being able to smoke indoors was kind of assy. But I saved a lot of cigarettes that way.
I commissioned four people, and completely failed to make a list of who until 2am Saturday.
FUCKING FIRE ALARM. FUCK.
Free pizzas! I ate goddamn well this con, all manner of reasonably trustworthy leftovers ending up in my lap. Django ate rice with a knife, lol.
Got a sliver badge from Fishy. Got Zillford working on the possum. Aya's awaiting information on my blanket shade. MiA art'd up the pangolin, as mentioned, and will be working on my papercrow some time. I pray my incredible awesomeness will not blow up another computer. XD
Got
fotter's button, need to get that to her.There's a shittonne more that I know goddamn well happened and was amazing, but I am not collected enough to write it down or remember it just yet. If you remember anything else, please let me know.
P.S. Pics or it didn't happen.
The good Reverend was starting to enjoy the flavor by the end of the con though...