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Aight, time for my annual con report. It seems that, every year, Jon and I just get lazier. I can't help but assume this is because of me just because I think, if Jon had someone who would go do stuff, he'd go do stuff too. Anyway, onto my report.
Thursday night, I decided staying up until 6am was a great plan playing WoW so I went ahead and did that. Around 6:30, I was all packed with my mighty $100 and clothes/monitor (which doubles as a TV) and ready to roll. Good thing too because Jon showed up at my house at 8 freaking am. Needless to say, I was none-to-pleased. Anyway, he had to turn in this paper for English or something and I'd kept him out Wednesday night (which was his last night to do it and turn it in without having to get up early Friday) so it's not really his fault. Anyway, we drive down to Seattle, walk to his teacher's little shack, put the paper in, and drive to the con. When we got there, the line HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGE. I was severely ticked that my Credit Card didn't charge my prereg correctly because of this. Anyway, we went to try to check into the hotel (we were staying at the Hilton, not that any of you would've been able to locate us) only to learn that check in wasn't 'till 3...super...So, off to wait in line it was!
Skip ahead 2 1/2 hours of people yelling "CAR!" and giggly motherfuckers who I eventually snapped on and told to shut the fuck up before I shut them the fuck up. Now, I learned an important lesson: the hotel they do this in accepts credit, they accept credit online, the fucking vendors accept credit, but the ticket whores? Noooo, only cash/check. Long story short (the long story is filled with curses), I shelled out half my money on my ticket, picked up my bag, and walked off. Oh, and the bags this year *rolls eyes*. Seriously, we got a book of fucking ads, a schedule, and a fucking postcard. That's fucking it! Not even nice bags, fucking reject bags that had inane drivel on the sides. Oh, scratch that, MY bag contained ONLY ads. Super. Anyway, moving on.
After we got all masituated, Jon and I went to watch some anime. Ended up watching some Comic Party (not a bad series, BTW) only to leave when Greg Dean's panel started (if you missed this, j00 are t3h sux00re). This rawked pretty hard as Greg was about as funny and layed back as I thought he'd be. Real sorry I didn't have enough money to buy his book (motherfucking credit nazis), but it couldn't be helped. Once the awesomo that was Greg was over, we decided to hit the vendors hall. For like eight fucking hours. Let me chronicle the time we both spent in said hall.
Riley:
Walk around, look at everything briefly.
Check out some of the artists drawing shit
Listen to some of the more amusing vendors, have a bit of small talk with people like Gabe
Look around for copies of Hikaro No Go (I'm weak)
Don't find enough copies of HnG to make the purchase worth it
Buy PA hardback and Jesus is F'ing Metal shirt, get book signed
Done
Total time: 30min-1hr
Total Swag: $40 (almost all I had)
Jon:
Walk around, lose Riley in 30 seconds
Apparently fall into freezing pod for the next three hours
Come out with NOTHING
Total time: 3 hours
Total Swag: $0 (carrying around bills, son)
This does not compute to me. Fucking around aside, the vendor's hall was pretty neat this year. I eventually went back in after reading the PA book (or half of it, at least), find Jon, and proceed to use my credit card to buy the first season of Samurai Deeper (neat series) for $100. Perfect collection, of course. I'll probably get yelled at for this, but I'll come up with something. Jon bought a whole bunch of weird-ass DVDs. Then he commissioned a drawing from Perry (Gold Diggers)and bought some stuff from them. I would've too because it was good, they were nice, and the deals at that booth were sa-WEET, but my lack of metallic disks with which to pay inhibited me from doing so. Oh well. After this, we tried to watch anything at the con, but t'weren't too interested. Met Josh for foods. Went back to hotel. After this, we watched most of Jon's DVDs, half of Kung Fu Hustle (the DVD was busted), and a whole bunch of shit on the TV (Pata-Pi! Densuke! M-brain!). Wake up at 3pm (hehe) Saturday, decide nothing is worth our attention at this point, watch more shit in the hotel room. Sunday, we get up, go to the vendor's hall, buy porn, and then drive home. That's all. I know, I'm boring.
PS: Side note about me looking like a fucking bum this weekend. I've grown my hair out lately, but it's hella long right now as I've been to lazy to get it trimmed. This coupled with me breaking out hella this weekend, having no sleep, eating a total of $5.00 worth of food from 7-11 in the days total, using the hotel's crap shampoo, forgetting my fucking shaving cream, and breaking on of my load-bearing brackets made me look like a total bum all weekend. Seriously hideous. Oh well...
That's all, me go sleep now...or play WoW. Same thing.