DragonCon Quick and Dirty

Ah, yes. Back from Con. Before you ask, pictures happened. I'll post them as soon as I can find my camera in the unpacking.

GOOD:
- Inexplicable Alan Moore panel. Note to self: be emailing the British media track people and telling them that you approve of this.
- Manifesting stuff I want in the Dealer's Room. Acquired a very dashing captain's coat to finish off my pirate wardrobe, then, later, a well-loved but still useable copy of the Heroes Unlimited sourcebook.
- Wheel of Time track people. Friendly, not creepy. Aes Sedai comedy singing group: sounds stupid, actually very funny. Interpretive Dance version of Eye of the World: sounds *really* stupid, actually falling down rolling on the floor funny.
- Attractive people in amazing costumes. I enjoy this sort of thing far more than seems reasonable.

BAD:
- Getting lost. Nearly went to Memphis on the way in, then finished off the drive by realizing that the directions I had were to some other Peachtree and Peachtree. Since it is possible to be at approximately eleventy billion intersections of Peachtree Something and Peachtree Something Else in Atlanta, it's not really all that difficult to find the ones you don't want.
- Getting continually kicked out of things. I have never in all of my days been kicked out of anything at Con, but this year, the hotel security were a little twitchy. The Pirate party got kicked out of Everywhere. The Wheel of Time party got kicked off the 10th floor of the Marriott. Several track rooms/panels were emptied on order of the Fire Marshall.
- American Grill, the Marriott. Overpriced breakfast, followed by mild food poisoning/everyone getting ill.

UGLY:
- Too much drinking = stupid, whiny featherynscale. A bottle and a quarter of mead should have been more than enough. But no, then there were pirates giving me rum, and a really cute girl dressed as Jayne giving me vanilla vodka. I somehow avoided the hangover I richly deserved, but got really worried over essentially nothing, and then disintegrated into a sodden mess when agrnmn Tried To Help with the worst possible strategy. Stupid, stupid featherynscale.
- Sleeping through many things I wanted to go to, like the Kilt Inspection happy hour, and the Mythbusters panels (all of them, I think).

AWESOME:
- kittenpants' adventures in the art show. She sold one large framed piece, and got crazy compliments, and met everybody in the free world who it would be useful to know, apparently.
- Janny Wurtz. Playing the uileann pipes in the art show room on Monday afternoon, apparently just because she could.
- The parade. Nearly 1000 freaks and 40 vehicles overrunning the streets of downtown Atlanta. Parading with the Pirates was much more fun than parading with the Aes Sedai last year. We handed out Flying Spaghetti Monster tracts, as well as more conventional pirate booty, went "ARRRRR!" a lot, and got to brandish weapons. Also, the Silly Plastic Cutlass I was carrying does excellent double duty as a kilt/skirt-lifter. Further also, me in a bodice + kittenpants in a bodice = serious potential for traffic accidents, and teenage boys running into light poles. We rule.

DragonCon Quick and Dirty

Ah, yes. Back from Con. Before you ask, pictures happened. I'll post them as soon as I can find my camera in the unpacking.

GOOD:
- Inexplicable Alan Moore panel. Note to self: be emailing the British media track people and telling them that you approve of this.
- Manifesting stuff I want in the Dealer's Room. Acquired a very dashing captain's coat to finish off my pirate wardrobe, then, later, a well-loved but still useable copy of the Heroes Unlimited sourcebook.
- Wheel of Time track people. Friendly, not creepy. Aes Sedai comedy singing group: sounds stupid, actually very funny. Interpretive Dance version of Eye of the World: sounds *really* stupid, actually falling down rolling on the floor funny.
- Attractive people in amazing costumes. I enjoy this sort of thing far more than seems reasonable.

BAD:
- Getting lost. Nearly went to Memphis on the way in, then finished off the drive by realizing that the directions I had were to some other Peachtree and Peachtree. Since it is possible to be at approximately eleventy billion intersections of Peachtree Something and Peachtree Something Else in Atlanta, it's not really all that difficult to find the ones you don't want.
- Getting continually kicked out of things. I have never in all of my days been kicked out of anything at Con, but this year, the hotel security were a little twitchy. The Pirate party got kicked out of Everywhere. The Wheel of Time party got kicked off the 10th floor of the Marriott. Several track rooms/panels were emptied on order of the Fire Marshall.
- American Grill, the Marriott. Overpriced breakfast, followed by mild food poisoning/everyone getting ill.

UGLY:
- Too much drinking = stupid, whiny featherynscale. A bottle and a quarter of mead should have been more than enough. But no, then there were pirates giving me rum, and a really cute girl dressed as Jayne giving me vanilla vodka. I somehow avoided the hangover I richly deserved, but got really worried over essentially nothing, and then disintegrated into a sodden mess when agrnmn Tried To Help with the worst possible strategy. Stupid, stupid featherynscale.
- Sleeping through many things I wanted to go to, like the Kilt Inspection happy hour, and the Mythbusters panels (all of them, I think).

AWESOME:
- kittenpants' adventures in the art show. She sold one large framed piece, and got crazy compliments, and met everybody in the free world who it would be useful to know, apparently.
- Janny Wurtz. Playing the uileann pipes in the art show room on Monday afternoon, apparently just because she could.
- The parade. Nearly 1000 freaks and 40 vehicles overrunning the streets of downtown Atlanta. Parading with the Pirates was much more fun than parading with the Aes Sedai last year. We handed out Flying Spaghetti Monster tracts, as well as more conventional pirate booty, went "ARRRRR!" a lot, and got to brandish weapons. Also, the Silly Plastic Cutlass I was carrying does excellent double duty as a kilt/skirt-lifter. Further also, me in a bodice + kittenpants in a bodice = serious potential for traffic accidents, and teenage boys running into light poles. We rule.