Conning

[jethrien]

Exciting weekend of going to a scifi/fantasy/comics/gaming/whatever con with a bunch of good friends. Katertoticus found herself a new violent and dangerous hobby in prancing about hitting people with sticks with the SCA. Chuckro was on a panel he was supposed to be on, a panel he wasn't supposed to be on, and had one of his panels cancelled. Ivy03 and I went to a bunch of writer's panels that included evidence of what happens if you read slush piles for 40 years - you turn into a bitter, bitter, bitter old man with a corroded soul and a tenuous grip on sanity *shudder*. Edgehopper learned valuable lessons on pregenning your characters before the night before you run a game. I got to slay monsters as a vampire minion in a Buffy LARP - I knocked the head off one with a baseball bat and sent it bouncing down the hallway. (FBI guy: "No way she's human." Me: "Umm...I played softball in college?") We watched geeky movies and ate too much ice cream and listening to bards singing about whether virgins taste better than those who are not. (To dragons! Dragons demanding virgin sacrifices! Geez, get your mind out of the gutter!) It was all horribly geeky and loads of fun.

And then I came home to the mounds of work and scary, scary thesis. Sigh.

Comments

[chuckro.livejournal.com]

"We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all."
"Hey, a bard's gotta do what a bard's gotta do."

Lessons you may have missed: People suck because webcomic artists like attracting hate mail. (Or something like that.) Chain mail should not be crocheted, not even in bad 70s movies. If you're doing a panel on the "family business" of comics, pad the audience with your posse. And picking up chicks is a matter of hygiene above all else.