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| I went to a con tonight. I wanted to blend and be inconspicous, so I wore bunny ears, a tail, my hello kitty backpack. I don't own a utilikilt. | |
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| I had $30 worth of fun, saw the usual acquaintences, sat in on a couple of good panels including John Scalzi, had some drinks at the Barfleet mad scientist party, heard some filksongs. | |
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* "Science: it works, bitches." xkcd.com/store
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| Noticed xkcd* and questionable content tshirts. It's the usual demographics, overweight, bearded, geeky. I fit in all too well. | |
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| Trader Joe and I donated 10 pounds of tortilla chips to the con suite. The "schlock, mercenary" author was there, but that's one strip I don't read. | |
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| I didn't buy anything or get laid or have any religious experiences, but i got a few flyers, heard some new jokes and songs. | |
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| This is one of my rare attempts to go out and be social; at least here I have stuff in common. I still feel like I'm some non-player character, that it's not for me. | |
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