Confused?
I love conventions, I really do.
They are curiously predictable and broadly pretty similar but are always, without exception, a lot of fun.
I have now settled into a ‘Con Pattern’, a series of emotions and thoughts that come to me every time, I can almost set my watch by them, not accurately, but to the nearest hour. I doubt I am alone in this, I know for a fact wruf has similar feelings on the matter.
The pattern goes like this:
Precon
‘Eh, it’s just another con’, like all the others, they are so predictable but I’m going anyway, not sure why.’
Queue
‘Why the hell am I here, standing in this registration queue? This is sickeningly familiar, I have that sinking feeling...’
Getting in the Groove
‘I am not one of these people, this is a bit weird’
The Groove
‘I am one of these people, this is perfectly normal and a lot of fun, why does the barman look so bemused?’
The End
‘That was a blast, I have no idea what happened but I enjoyed it, can’t wait for next year!’
Postcon
‘When is the next con? I need my fix...’ (This fades after a few weeks, allowing you to start the cycle fresh with 'Precon')
I write this as I think back to Confuzzled, my one and only con’ for 2011 (Currently. It would be unwise to try and second guess the Spontaneity Imp), and followed the pattern described above, although it was jeopardised by a full-on fursuit vignette as part of the opening ceremony, which my unadjusted brain wasn’t really ready for. I had to retreat to the bar.
Anyway, CF was a lot of fun; silly games, good company, heavy drinking, horrific greasy breakfasts, crazy electro-swing dancing and an excuse to dress up in 1920’s garb for a murder mystery. Everything I have come to expect from the convention experience.
Massive thanks to the guys who run it, you’re doing an excellent job, keep going!
~Theo
They are curiously predictable and broadly pretty similar but are always, without exception, a lot of fun.
I have now settled into a ‘Con Pattern’, a series of emotions and thoughts that come to me every time, I can almost set my watch by them, not accurately, but to the nearest hour. I doubt I am alone in this, I know for a fact wruf has similar feelings on the matter.
The pattern goes like this:
Precon
‘Eh, it’s just another con’, like all the others, they are so predictable but I’m going anyway, not sure why.’
Queue
‘Why the hell am I here, standing in this registration queue? This is sickeningly familiar, I have that sinking feeling...’
Getting in the Groove
‘I am not one of these people, this is a bit weird’
The Groove
‘I am one of these people, this is perfectly normal and a lot of fun, why does the barman look so bemused?’
The End
‘That was a blast, I have no idea what happened but I enjoyed it, can’t wait for next year!’
Postcon
‘When is the next con? I need my fix...’ (This fades after a few weeks, allowing you to start the cycle fresh with 'Precon')
I write this as I think back to Confuzzled, my one and only con’ for 2011 (Currently. It would be unwise to try and second guess the Spontaneity Imp), and followed the pattern described above, although it was jeopardised by a full-on fursuit vignette as part of the opening ceremony, which my unadjusted brain wasn’t really ready for. I had to retreat to the bar.
Anyway, CF was a lot of fun; silly games, good company, heavy drinking, horrific greasy breakfasts, crazy electro-swing dancing and an excuse to dress up in 1920’s garb for a murder mystery. Everything I have come to expect from the convention experience.
Massive thanks to the guys who run it, you’re doing an excellent job, keep going!
~Theo