So. I survived. Had one of the best times of my life and probably going to do it again. Probably should get a couple of things out of the way.

Big thanks to  Vitani for actually convincing me being social is a good thing. Also for keeping us both awake on the way up to PA by encouraging me to yell MSI lyrics like a phucking retard for the last half of the drive and feeding me truck-stop hot dogs. She is more fascinated with my navel wounds from the surgery than anyone else.

Except for maybe  Kallikai . She seemed equally, if not more of a curious pull towards my wounds as she felt it her duty to prod and poke at them whenever she absolutely HAD to have my attention. But it's okay because she's cute. She avoids the ritual punishment of being thrown into the snake pit. ... this time.

The first day at the con was pretty amazing. Every time I stepped outside for a smoke I ended up talking to someone and staying out there for like forty-five minutes chit-chatting. Then I was abducted by Canadians which was a pretty interesting experience.  Silkpaws dropped eggs of knowledge ranging from Canada's history to tabletop games which overwhelmed me, but then the informative lectures were broken up with out of the blue jokes which kept me on my toes and from feeling completely ignorant to the mysterious ways of the elusive Canadians.

There was a lot of that 'up on the toes' business at this con. I had fursuiters stalking behind me and just hug me which was a new experience. It's hard to fight back since they're like giant pillows which means throwing elbows does nothing. They are virtually invincible. So, in essence I was molested routinely by strangers and I think I'm cool with that. Being molested by giant bipedal anthropomorphous people I mean.

Only at Anthrocon.

The registration wait was hell but fortunately made fun by  INoby and his 'mates. After the whole balloon fiasco we ran into each other about five more times just.. YELLING things at each other. I think both of us only caught half of what the other was shouting and retreated from the initial two encounters somewhat confused. All in all, good times. Good times, indeed.

I got to meet artists. Which was awesome. I got all retarded around  arphalia because I'm an idiot and it took two visits to her table before I regained coherency and began to speak proper english.

Surprisingly I had not had a drink until Sunday so I have no excuse except that ah em dum.

Met a whole lot of awesome people; so many that I can't really map them all out in this post. The people I spent the most time around were Kallikai and her friends who of which were fun as fuck.

As for my next con, Fallout strongly suggests Rain Furrest but I'm probably not going to be able to swing that in September. Too many things happening that month. So, I'll be attending Fur Fright once I can find some roommates. So, if your interested drop me a line.


OKAY so. Currently in the queue is a gift story for a woman I met at the con. Just finished two parts of my first story arc and leaving them to be completely edited tomorrow as right now I'm probably heading to the bar.

And I'm already a little drunk so its in everyones best interest that I don't try and edit anything... much less touch anything electrical.

Distiller + Alcohol = Inanimate objects combust.

You should see what’s left of Tucker's tower of power. Poor cat's scratch tower blew up real nice. He's still angry at me for that, I think.

So, to sum it up:
1) Hitting Fur Fright; requesting roommates
2) Updates tomorrow
3) The rum is always gone.