![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Gyuh, I haven't even finished the conreports for the last con, I can't already have 'em for this one!
Anywho:
Vericon is awesome. Eeee, holyshit, I now have original Randall Munroe and Jeph Jacques art up next to my original Randy Milholland. I also now own something incredible, which is secret for the time being.
Anyways. The Vericon Masquerade.
It was a bit like prom, if prom had been filled with geeks and the DJ had known what he was doing, and all the music was fabulous.
*thinks a minute*
I take it back. It was nothing like prom.
But I was completely sold on the idea of a bouncy geek club-masquerade dance thing when the DJ played 'Yatta'. And then I was COMPLETELY sold on the idea, when the very next song was "The Homecoming Queen's Got a Gun"
Ahem: Eeeee!!!
Things of note: I taught a guy to waltz to "A Little Priest" (And missed my clone terribly while doing so), I learned how to 'chain' (grab hands, run in a really big circle, repeat), I watched Dr. McNinja and Pheonix Wright dance together (I lawled) I got a chance to do the dance from the music video of "Birdhouse in your Soul", I danced to Skullcrusher Mountain and Code Monkey, I pretty much agreed to join HRSFA*, I joined in a wonderful congo line for "King of Spain" (Yay Moxy Fruvous --thanks Eric! (As opposed to OtherEric or Eric (in elevators) or Eric the tomato or Eric-who-likes-my-hat, or Erik)
Other stuff happened too, but afterwards it was a general 'lets go sit in this building and chill for a while'. I wound up teaching Fluxx to a bunch of people, which was nice.
And, while it is definently trickier to go to a con without anyone else I know, by the end of tonight I was discussing sex and drugs with random people, so I suspect I'm doing it right.
Anyways, I'm going to try and go to sleep, but I suspect I won't get very far, what with the clone thing. Also, Jeph is built like a linebacker (even though you'd suspect him to be built like Martean), Pete is terribly nice and easily confused (I signed this book already! Yes, when my mom bought it for me. Now you're signing it for ME!) and Randall is still comprised win and more win. And sex.
That's all.
~Sor
MOOP!
*Harvard Radcliffe Science Fiction Association. Harvards skiffy club. I'm totally allowed to join, even though I'm not a Harvard student, which is really good as I think if Lesley tried to start a skiffy club, there'd be like...eight of us. Total.
Anywho:
Vericon is awesome. Eeee, holyshit, I now have original Randall Munroe and Jeph Jacques art up next to my original Randy Milholland. I also now own something incredible, which is secret for the time being.
Anyways. The Vericon Masquerade.
It was a bit like prom, if prom had been filled with geeks and the DJ had known what he was doing, and all the music was fabulous.
*thinks a minute*
I take it back. It was nothing like prom.
But I was completely sold on the idea of a bouncy geek club-masquerade dance thing when the DJ played 'Yatta'. And then I was COMPLETELY sold on the idea, when the very next song was "The Homecoming Queen's Got a Gun"
Ahem: Eeeee!!!
Things of note: I taught a guy to waltz to "A Little Priest" (And missed my clone terribly while doing so), I learned how to 'chain' (grab hands, run in a really big circle, repeat), I watched Dr. McNinja and Pheonix Wright dance together (I lawled) I got a chance to do the dance from the music video of "Birdhouse in your Soul", I danced to Skullcrusher Mountain and Code Monkey, I pretty much agreed to join HRSFA*, I joined in a wonderful congo line for "King of Spain" (Yay Moxy Fruvous --thanks Eric! (As opposed to OtherEric or Eric (in elevators) or Eric the tomato or Eric-who-likes-my-hat, or Erik)
Other stuff happened too, but afterwards it was a general 'lets go sit in this building and chill for a while'. I wound up teaching Fluxx to a bunch of people, which was nice.
And, while it is definently trickier to go to a con without anyone else I know, by the end of tonight I was discussing sex and drugs with random people, so I suspect I'm doing it right.
Anyways, I'm going to try and go to sleep, but I suspect I won't get very far, what with the clone thing. Also, Jeph is built like a linebacker (even though you'd suspect him to be built like Martean), Pete is terribly nice and easily confused (I signed this book already! Yes, when my mom bought it for me. Now you're signing it for ME!) and Randall is still comprised win and more win. And sex.
That's all.
~Sor
MOOP!
*Harvard Radcliffe Science Fiction Association. Harvards skiffy club. I'm totally allowed to join, even though I'm not a Harvard student, which is really good as I think if Lesley tried to start a skiffy club, there'd be like...eight of us. Total.
