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There are not a whole ton of pictures, because I was a BLU Engie, and on years where I dress up, I usually don't take many photos of others.
Regardless! jackscarab was good enough to take the following picture, which is the best picture of me, ever, and I am going to use it for future resumes for fashion modeling applications.
YEAH.
Anyway. Some pre-con pics first.
Awhile back, I picked up this silly cute birthday card of TFA Optimus. I didn't actually intend to give it to anybody, I just thought it was cute. Then Lyra's birthday rolled around, and I had.
A.
Dumb.
Thought.
I wanted to try to make a stamp of the Autobot symbol and press it into sealing wax to close the card's envelope. With this idea, I sealed my fate as a HUMONGOUS STINKING NERDBOX
There's a lot of intricacies involved with sealing wax. Getting it was no problem, because a local art store carries it. The problem comes in temperature, and what you use to melt the wax itself. ... And well, I guess it was a boner making the stamp, too. I tried doing it out of that play foam stuff that you use in like, second grade for crafts projects.
It came out alright, for being cut out at like, 4 am with an exacto knife and being made out of PLAYFOAM. I made some booboos in cutting here and there too. It also had to go on a solid backing, because I couldn't expect to just stick in the foam stamp in the wax and expect to pull it out with any ease. I have a small hand mirror, with an Utena sticker on the back, which was just about the perfect size...
... aaaaaaand so the dumbest crossover EVER was born.
You can probably see what I mean by the wax having the wrong temperature, if you've ever seen sealing wax in a movie or something. It's -supposed- to have that creamy sort of look, even when dried, but this cooled too fast and got all... ganky. Also there was some carbonation happening, which is why there's a little black HITLER MOUSTACHE.
I passed it over to Lyra and promptly died of embarrassment. I know better than to melt sealing wax with paper matches!
ANYWAY, con report. Thursday was sushi. I was determined to try something weird and new this year, and so I found out that jellyfish salad is officially delicious and surprisingly crunchy. I will probably be getting it again. I only wish I got a photo of it, because it just looked like clear noodles of some kind. Jellyfish doesn't have much of a flavor by itself, and mostly I just tasted the seasoning, which was soy sauce, sesame oil, red pepper, some garlic. There was, however, something slightly odd about the way it sat in my stomach, but it wasn't a big deal and was probably just because I knew it was jellyfish. Jellyfish, you're ok by me.
Then Linecon.
We went back to the hotel and lo and behold, I started monthly ladytime. I was MOST miffed, though I don't think anyone heard my cry of "Jesus fuck!" in the bathroom. Cosplay + monthly ladytime + damn hot humid Baltimore = ass shit fuck damn bitch cunt jockey.
FRIDAY.
There were a lot, and I mean a lot, of Sims people. It's an easy cosplay to do, just wear your regular clothing, stick a green plumbob above your head, and you are magically a sim. For some reason I was a little too shy to go up to these guys and ask for a proper picture, so I did this photo-sniping thing instead. Regardless, that guy in the middle is looking RIGHT AT ME AAH
There was also a metric fuckton of Team Fortress 2 cosplayers. We ran into some in the hallways and gathered together, made nerdy jokes and generally blocked traffic. It can be safely said, however, that deathtosocrates, jackscarab and I were the sexiest. Another BLU engineer was a wee bit too interested in hanging around and talking to me and trying to show off his guitar skillz that didn't really exist, but it was okay because everyone else was awesome. We were seriously stopped every two steps for pictures.
We went to the AMV contest which was mostly pretty boring.
I thought it would be unsporting to wrench them both upside the head while they were getting a drink of water. 2Fort can be pretty dry.
While we were waiting for the AMVs to start, I had to take a wee. Inside my stall was written the following...
I loled.
SATURDAY
The insanest TF2 photoshoot ever. Apparently saw a coworker who was dressed as a RED sniper, did not recognize him, but I see him now in the cosplay galleries. He recognized me though, but didn't come over to say hi. BUM!
LOOK WHAT I DROO
I am about as mature as a really immature thing.
I could eat at Hooter's all weekend, honestly. They always give a lot of food for a fairly cheap price, their fried pickles are SO GOOD, and there's always the chance that you can see some old man sucking suggestively on a hot dog.
Also, Red demonstrates her snakespeed hands.
WE MISSED THE MEGAMAN PANEL AGAIN THIS YEAR. Srsly guys, I'm so sorry ;__; ONE OF THESE YEARS, I swear we will make it to your panel. I thought you might like to know that there was quite a line outside the panel, even after the room was all filled up.
Like so. Maybe next year it'll be in a bigger room and we'll actually not miss it and everybody will be able to fit in ;____;
But not this guy. I don't think we should let him in. Him and his mass-produced identity!
SUNDAY
Awwww. :(
magnus_samma prepares to send off his gigantic penis. I have to wonder how that all went.
Some of the others posted pictures of the food we brought. THIS picture is what we did to it all.
... well no, I guess to be completely accurate I'd have to show a picture of a toilet... oh well, you get the idea.
We also got Chinese delivered, and tore through it so fast that a noodle fragment leapt up onto the hotel mirror, clinging to the glass for dear life, away from the carnage. We spared its life because it amused us.
Jack went off to have some items signed by the actress who dubbed Motoko, and braved a heck of a line to do it.
Said line was manned by a RED Engineer. I chose not to wrench him in the dick because...
... I thought his black Converses were cute.
While Lyra and I waited, some oddly dressed people kept going in and out of the music room next to us. I don't know if that guy in the star studded suit is supposed to be someone from anything, but I think it's a pretty swank piece of clothing anyway. I'd wear that shit down the red carpet.
Lyra flipped through my tiny pretentious hipster moleskine and left behind doodles of an engie. But before she did that, she looked through my old movie ticket stubs and snorted at my awful taste in cinema.
I ran off and wept.
BUT THEN MY ANGRY HAND STOOD UP FOR ME
I left early because I had to work Monday. :[ My cat claimed my luggage and clawed me if I tried to move him.
... why is there a coupon stuck to my cabinet?
THE END