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digitaldisciplineIt would be easy but inaccurate to cast this year’s event as a nonstop cascade of fuckups, but, ultimately, every fuckup was un-fucked, and there were plenty of good times without a commensurate karmic earning in advance.
That isn’t to say the fuckups weren’t stressful and frustrating - scrambling to get a prescription filled the day before flying up was a seven-hour ordeal instead of a one-hour thing, for instance - but they were all ultimately overcome to the general satisfaction of those involved. Those of you who saw my entry on the bookface got the detailed run-down of the shambling fiasco that was our experience with the non-con hotel; even that was ameliorated with a brief, pleasant, and entirely rewarding conversation with their accounting/billing service rep.
The con itself was what it’s always been - a chance for me to bellow at hundreds of people at a time like a jovial, stentorian-voiced traffic cone with arms. Said arms also got to provide hugs and fist-bumps to friends I don’t get to see nearly often enough (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suricattus and several others), and one whom I’d never met in person before ( lisamantchev), despite a decade-plus online friendship. I made some new friends and found new authors to read. I think I saw a casual tumblr acquaintance in passing, but she was with staff-mates and doing the “we got shit to do” walk.
I didn’t get to see everyone I wanted to or do everything I’d hoped (I was cross-staffed to work shifts that precluded me from seeing a couple writerly friends talk craft), but that’s the nature of an event this big. I missed the kilt blowing for the first time in a long time, because I was double-booked that night and exhausted after a long day; the fact that’s my biggest complaint says a lot.
There are going to be changes aplenty next year, both rumored and certain (rumors, I can’t speak to; the certainties are changes to the staff on my track due to folks taking a year off from working the event), but I will be back to herd cats and not cosplay despite considering it (random conversations with other obvious gym rats, dressed as 300′s Spartans or Kratos from God of War or various superheroes tended to go like this: “You think we spend more time working out than the serious cosplay folks do with a sewing machine and hot glue gun?” “Maybe? But the only part of this I made myself was duct taping and spray painting this spear; I got everything else on Etsy and Ebay because I can’t sew for shit.” *fistbump*)
Since I took approximately zero pictures, here’s one my girlfriend took at the Heroes & Villains Ball, because it’s not every day I run into someone with a spiffier kilt than my orange camo one. :-)
* Draggin’ Khan, as it were
That isn’t to say the fuckups weren’t stressful and frustrating - scrambling to get a prescription filled the day before flying up was a seven-hour ordeal instead of a one-hour thing, for instance - but they were all ultimately overcome to the general satisfaction of those involved. Those of you who saw my entry on the bookface got the detailed run-down of the shambling fiasco that was our experience with the non-con hotel; even that was ameliorated with a brief, pleasant, and entirely rewarding conversation with their accounting/billing service rep.
The con itself was what it’s always been - a chance for me to bellow at hundreds of people at a time like a jovial, stentorian-voiced traffic cone with arms. Said arms also got to provide hugs and fist-bumps to friends I don’t get to see nearly often enough (
suricattus and several others), and one whom I’d never met in person before ( lisamantchev), despite a decade-plus online friendship. I made some new friends and found new authors to read. I think I saw a casual tumblr acquaintance in passing, but she was with staff-mates and doing the “we got shit to do” walk.I didn’t get to see everyone I wanted to or do everything I’d hoped (I was cross-staffed to work shifts that precluded me from seeing a couple writerly friends talk craft), but that’s the nature of an event this big. I missed the kilt blowing for the first time in a long time, because I was double-booked that night and exhausted after a long day; the fact that’s my biggest complaint says a lot.
There are going to be changes aplenty next year, both rumored and certain (rumors, I can’t speak to; the certainties are changes to the staff on my track due to folks taking a year off from working the event), but I will be back to herd cats and not cosplay despite considering it (random conversations with other obvious gym rats, dressed as 300′s Spartans or Kratos from God of War or various superheroes tended to go like this: “You think we spend more time working out than the serious cosplay folks do with a sewing machine and hot glue gun?” “Maybe? But the only part of this I made myself was duct taping and spray painting this spear; I got everything else on Etsy and Ebay because I can’t sew for shit.” *fistbump*)
Since I took approximately zero pictures, here’s one my girlfriend took at the Heroes & Villains Ball, because it’s not every day I run into someone with a spiffier kilt than my orange camo one. :-)
* Draggin’ Khan, as it were
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I am all about the lazy; and the closest I got to cosplay this year is what you see here - that's my I LIFT, I DIE, I LIFT AGAIN warboy tank top, and, not pictured, is the screamingly orange hockey jersey with the namespace filled in with WITNESS ME.
Oh, hey, she took a pic of that before I headed out:
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