|It came back from FC...
||[Jan. 25th, 2006|11:47 am]
Yeah, figured I'd do a con report. Everyone else is doing it!|
I'd like to being by saying 'ow'. Ow. Ow ow ow ow. Why? Because this was the first night in a week that I once again was able to sleep in a waterbed. A warm, cozy, but not-quite-entirely-filled waterbed. I slept very well indeed, but woke up with a very stiff back from the bed not being firm enough. I missed my waterbed, I did indeed, but I need to fix that.
How was the con, though? Well, funny thing, that. I missed most of it. We spent the first night visiting Joel's parents who, I would like to note, are cool. Not just like, supportive, and parenting, but very cool to just hang out with. If there hadn't even been a convention, I might've gone just to see them. They're that cool.
But we arrived at the convention site, got settled in, ran back and forth picking up friends of ours from the local airports - apparently all of them chose to arrive in different cities. Punks. And somewhere in the middle of all this, Joel and I got drafted into staff. I never did get a registration packet, but I don't think that would've mattered all that much.
See, the main reason that we started actually going to FC was Heather Alexander. I didn't go for the panels, the events, the art auctions, the dealers, or any other sort of thing going on around there. Just her, and her music. This year, she couldn't make it due to some scheduling conflicts with another convention, but we went anyway because we've made a lot of friends down there and Joel wanted to help out with the dance and stuff. To put it bluntly, friends of mine who were going were the only reason I was there this year.
So I spent almost the entire con there in the gaming room (the side with all the video equipment) making sure none of it was wandering off, listening to the furs attempt kareoke and play the same songs on Guitar Hero over and over again for three days. When I finished there, I'd go and find some friends and hang out with them. And that's what I did for the entire con. Didn't go to any panels, didn't follow the fursuiters around with a camera, didn't even manage to poke my way into the dealer's den anytime they were open.
I did manage to get a picture of my character, though - only the third one in existence. Yeah, I've been in the fandom... what, seven years now? And I only have three pictures of my character. One art trade with Frosttail, one con badge done in pencil by Krahnos, and this one, my third, the first I've actually paid money for, from Steve Martin. I also learned a very important lesson - when you're getting something done by an artist like him, who does huuuge amounts of art, that being their main source of income, give them more detail. Also, go in with a clear idea of at least what you want it to look like, because they can draw whatever you come up with. When he asked me, 'What should I have your character doing?' and I had no idea... he made something up based on the fact that I specified my character's musculature as a 'swimmer's build'. You know, muscled, but more lithe than bodybuilder style. So I got a picture of my character riding an octopus in the ocean. Not at all how I was picturing things - but the more I look at it, the more I like it, because he got my character's expression (which I did specify - 'quietly amused') dead-on. You can't quite tell what he's up to... but he's up to something, that much is sure. That is a perfect description of my character.
So how was the convention, though? I suppose I really just don't know. I had a lot of fun, but didn't really go for the con. I went for the people. Ran into almost everyone I was looking for. Almost - I missed areitu. *pokes the cheetah* And I missed a couple other people I was looking for simply because they weren't there at all, dang them. That's actually why I like the smaller conventions - it's a lot easier to find the people you're hunting when you only have to look through two hundred, instead of two thousand. Yeah, the number I heard quoted was 1980 people. YEESH. If I hadn't had my cellphone, I wouldn't have been able to find any of them. I also met some new, random people, which is always fun.
Think that's about it. I'm back home, grateful that I have a real kitchen. Next year, I'm pondering the possibilities of hunting down a suite with a kitchen or something. Zarel and I had some fun cooking up a dish of scallops over pasta on a portable little hotplate he brought. I'm tempted to see what he can do with a real kitchen, and share some of my own cooking with him. We shall see.