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We're home; trip was great, and even though my internal clock (and the laptop) say it's only 10PM, I'm going to bed because tomorrow morning is going to come two hours earlier than my body thinks is reasonable or wise. Me and my first-world problems. :P

G'night!

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.

Escaped into the woods (Camp Gaea) for the weekend, and overall it was a good thing. Weather Friday night while we were packing was utter crap, right until we drove north and west out of the storms and onto bone-dry pavement. Saturday was gorgeous, and Sunday it didn't start raining until we were packing. I'll take it.

Whilst being covered in nature, I noticed:

• the "plague" of bugbites that hit me between God Auction and accepting that Apollo is my patron has finally ceased.
  
• a marked increase in my tolerance for sun (again, go figure).
  
• decreased sex drive despite the casual nudity (this is not uncommon for me while camping, but fixed when I got home).
  
• finished the last half of The Mabinogi for tonight.

Came back and managed to get the GC newsletter and website done before collapsing last night (and drove home in another rainstorm last night, pulling off my Driving While Jedi trick well enough to beat my other thirds home). Since returning home, I've noticed:

• oversensitivity to the sounds of downtown.
  
• nearly complete lack of appetite/interest in food (this may be due to the extremely tasty stuff we ate in camp).
  
• I slept like an angel last night. I'm pretty sure our whole house did (the camp bunks were pretty wretched).
  
• my hair is driving me absolutely bonkers today; probably overconditioned/overwashed it at the camp and with repeated dunkings in the lake, but it's all in snarls. As soon as the goatee finishes growing back in, I'll be hacking at least 10" off for Locks of Love.
  
• also, today I returned a bunch of crap to the library (some of which had only been overdue since July 17th), and found where many of my office pens were hiding.

Now I have to decide what to do with the rest of my August... (not a lack of choices, I can tell you that much).

Apparently in an effort to propitiate wildnsquirrelly's desire for over-the-top dreams, this morning's last sequence was turned up to 11, if not actually 12.

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No clue what that was all about. Yesterday was actually pretty boring, so my brain had to compensate at night?!?

::edit:: And then Firefox crashes right before I post this. Thank Gods for saved drafts...

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.

Stolen (with a twist) from saffronhare 'cuz she had the coolest title for it:

1) Alabama, 2) Alaska, 3) Arizona, 4) Arkansas, 5) California, 6) Colorado, 7) Connecticut, 8) Delaware, 9) Florida, 10) Georgia, 11) Hawaii, 12) Idaho, 13) Illinois, 14) Indiana, 15) Iowa, 16) Kansas, 17) Kentucky, 18) Louisiana, 19) Maine, 20) Maryland, 21) Massachusetts, 22) Michigan, 23) Minnesota, 24) Mississippi, 25) Missouri, 26) Montana, 27) Nebraska, 28) Nevada, 29) New Hampshire, 30) New Jersey, 31) New Mexico, 32) New York, 33) North Carolina, 34) North Dakota, 35) Ohio, 36) Oklahoma, 37) Oregon, 38) Pennsylvania, 39) Rhode Island, 40) South Carolina, 41) South Dakota, 42) Tennessee, 43) Texas, 44) Utah, 45) Vermont, 46) Virginia, 47) Washington, 48) West Virginia, 49) Wisconsin, 50) Wyoming, 50.5) Washington DC

International: Greece, Turkey, Italy

The bolded are places I've been, the italicized are places I've been through but didn't stop (or only visited the airport in), and the bolded and underlined are places I've lived.