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Tired. Okay, not actually tired, because we Slept All Fuckin' Day, but off-kilter. I keep having to recalibrate to 'normal society' expectations, like what you can and can't say/look at/find odd.


Mostly caught up on LJ. Internet at the house is still sketchy, but tonight it's somewhat better (hence actually posting here). They're sending a technician out Tuesday between 5 and 7... yes, I know today was Tuesday. I meant the next one... Grrr. Apparently it's "signal noise on the line", which at least means it's neither the modem nor router.

Got a fair bunch of pictures at Dragon*Con. Some are still in post-processing due to the flash starting to die, but many are good. Those can be found at featherynscale's Flickr account, or elsewhere on the Internets.

Speaking of elsewhere on the Internets, my Green Arrow costume wins the "most pictures taken of me" contest, hands down, so those'll be showing up all over the place I'm sure. Not bad for about a week's work, though next year's iteration will be better. A couple of minor logistical issues popped up, but thankfully the skintight doublet wasn't one of them, even with all of the scantily clad ladies around (including two GA-less Black Canaries, one of whom nearly expired from glee at seeing me). Which is good, because lots of little kids (many not even at the Con, but at surrounding restaurants and the like) wanted to have their picture taken with "Robin Hood". That was especially worth it. Hardly anyone knew who John Constantine was, and No One did before dark. That was funny, if not wholly surprising, in retrospect. hekatatia: As promised, here's the first picture link!

Very little drama. Insane amounts of fun. Going back next year.

P.S. The Wheel of Time track director is working on being an Actually Real Live Famous Person, between hosting JordanCon next April, and getting a piece of her humor up on Cracked: http://www.cracked.com/article_16587_hollywoods-5-saddest-attempts-at-feminism.html

With a brief stopover in St. Louis (when we ran out of alert drivers), we're back home from Dragon*Con. Much more later, including pictures, but first bath and a probable nap...

To paraphrase, "only Dragon*Con justifies the hassle that only Dragon*Con requires".^*

* Well, that and Pennsic War.

If by home, you mean the office, at which I am putting in a half day. Oh well, it's certainly better than not getting to go.
In other news:
The Good: My car is fixed and back on the road again. It's even worth carrying passengers again, and I'm pretty sure my gas mileage will improve to 35+ mpg again, for related reasons. Also, my clutch works WILDLY different when it works right (which it apparently hasn't in the last six months or so), which was alarming as hell coming out of the parking lot. A lot like learning to drive a standard transmission all over again...
The Bad: Getting run off the highway by a fuckin' hearse. Dude, what the hell? Funereal processions should not travel on the I-435 loop, I'm thinking... also, my shoulders/neck could unknot any day now. Seriously.
The Weird: Dragon*Con was an odd mix of "let it be over" and "don't stop now!" this year, which I suppose means I was getting more of the Con Experience. Volunteered, kind-of, for a bit more to do with the Wheel of Time track, but they're still a fun bunch. After all the hassle of getting the Pirtle mead, it turns out I had a) the wrong day for the Mead Party, and b) the wrong Mead for the crowd, apparently. I forget sometimes that sometimes the goal is to drink, not to taste, as several people at D*Con reminded me (including a very liquid Jack Sparrow). "Is that Chaucer's?" "No, it's good." "Tastes like Chaucer's...where's my rum?" *shrug* Also, having odd post-party dreams about having ill-advised sex with people you actually avoided having ill-advised sex with, should stop.

Home. Errr, sort of. I work now.