Regarding I-Con 24
*begin rave*
I thought I had fun last year. Oh no no no no. Other than the missed chance to see sternel and slacker22 this time around, this year's I-Con was MUCH more fun.
Many many thanks for medievalsweetie and uber_dragon to revel in their kingdom again. Even though I'm not much of a fighter myself, it was fun watching all of you kick ass out on the field (Hi dankwert)! Thank you also for letting me read stories to the children (feel free to sign me up for that assignment again next year). Most especially, thank you for creating a kingdom so welcome that it gave the inspiration for me to start spontaneous belly dancing(!) on the middle of the floor. Let it not be said that dragonwynde does not have it's share of luscious ladies that lead leather clad anthromorphs to limbo under leashes.
I had my share of many an admirer this year at I-Con too. While I was relaxing during some Con downtime, Voltaire saw my toes and declared, "You lounging out, barefoot, reading Goats comics in book format while eating cotton candy is one of the sexiest images of I-Con I've seen so far." In gratitude for such imagry, Voltaire gave me a Cthulu-Aid black shirt with his blessings to shred it for the masquerade later that night. Shin-Goji of Twisted Kaiju Theater kept on giving me Pocky, Koala cookies, and other Japanese snacks as well as the Mardi Gras beads he wore that day (and since he took a picture of me in front of one of his figurines, I think he has plans to include me in his next comic somehow).
However, the most notable admirer had to be the one that skivved me out too. That would be the Vice Dean of my law school (names withheld to protect the icky) - one of the administrative individuals who made my dismissal possible. He glanced at me, said hello, showed me his lecture schedule, dropped a peek down my cleavage while I was in my medieval gear, and left me feeling pretty skanky.
Normally, I would let this pass. However, I didn't want to give the Vice Dean the satisfaction that, after the circumstances surrounding my dismissal, he earned a free ogle. I obtained from him an encouraging invite to observe his lecture with him as panel member, and I decided to show up and make him cringe with my presence. pseydtonne agreed that this was necessary, and volunteered to come with.
At the panel, the Vice Dean saw me enter the lecture. He referred to me as alumni. I gently corrected him, and made him slightly wince with the memory. Then pseydtonne impressed the room with his intellectual prowess on "The Internet: Information Saturation and Verification" so much that he was invited to become an impromptu panel member.
It was a great, spirited discussion. pseydtonne really missed a calling in not becoming a professor/lecturer. However, the moment of zen that happened for me occurred afterwards, when the Vice Dean shook my hand, pulled me in to kiss my cheek and whispered, "Write me an e-mail and I'll see what I can do to help under Court Rule 520.4.
Hearing those words out of his mouth...wow. Best. Feeling. Ever. For me, it was a reminder of the power behind my abilities and gifts. Seriously, it was better than sex.
Unfortunately, all that Saturday I-Con madness made for a crazy choir schedule on Sunday. Yet still...wow. Good times, and something to think about as I continue the life I live.
For the person who dropped a comment regarding "The Black Swan" by Menotti, please feel free to write me an e-mail with questions you have about that aria. I will gladly discuss with anyone the first opera I fell in love with.
And back to my silence, where I am smiling with satisfaction of a life so "shirleyesque"...
*end rave*
I thought I had fun last year. Oh no no no no. Other than the missed chance to see sternel and slacker22 this time around, this year's I-Con was MUCH more fun.
Many many thanks for medievalsweetie and uber_dragon to revel in their kingdom again. Even though I'm not much of a fighter myself, it was fun watching all of you kick ass out on the field (Hi dankwert)! Thank you also for letting me read stories to the children (feel free to sign me up for that assignment again next year). Most especially, thank you for creating a kingdom so welcome that it gave the inspiration for me to start spontaneous belly dancing(!) on the middle of the floor. Let it not be said that dragonwynde does not have it's share of luscious ladies that lead leather clad anthromorphs to limbo under leashes.
I had my share of many an admirer this year at I-Con too. While I was relaxing during some Con downtime, Voltaire saw my toes and declared, "You lounging out, barefoot, reading Goats comics in book format while eating cotton candy is one of the sexiest images of I-Con I've seen so far." In gratitude for such imagry, Voltaire gave me a Cthulu-Aid black shirt with his blessings to shred it for the masquerade later that night. Shin-Goji of Twisted Kaiju Theater kept on giving me Pocky, Koala cookies, and other Japanese snacks as well as the Mardi Gras beads he wore that day (and since he took a picture of me in front of one of his figurines, I think he has plans to include me in his next comic somehow).
However, the most notable admirer had to be the one that skivved me out too. That would be the Vice Dean of my law school (names withheld to protect the icky) - one of the administrative individuals who made my dismissal possible. He glanced at me, said hello, showed me his lecture schedule, dropped a peek down my cleavage while I was in my medieval gear, and left me feeling pretty skanky.
Normally, I would let this pass. However, I didn't want to give the Vice Dean the satisfaction that, after the circumstances surrounding my dismissal, he earned a free ogle. I obtained from him an encouraging invite to observe his lecture with him as panel member, and I decided to show up and make him cringe with my presence. pseydtonne agreed that this was necessary, and volunteered to come with.
At the panel, the Vice Dean saw me enter the lecture. He referred to me as alumni. I gently corrected him, and made him slightly wince with the memory. Then pseydtonne impressed the room with his intellectual prowess on "The Internet: Information Saturation and Verification" so much that he was invited to become an impromptu panel member.
It was a great, spirited discussion. pseydtonne really missed a calling in not becoming a professor/lecturer. However, the moment of zen that happened for me occurred afterwards, when the Vice Dean shook my hand, pulled me in to kiss my cheek and whispered, "Write me an e-mail and I'll see what I can do to help under Court Rule 520.4.
Hearing those words out of his mouth...wow. Best. Feeling. Ever. For me, it was a reminder of the power behind my abilities and gifts. Seriously, it was better than sex.
Unfortunately, all that Saturday I-Con madness made for a crazy choir schedule on Sunday. Yet still...wow. Good times, and something to think about as I continue the life I live.
For the person who dropped a comment regarding "The Black Swan" by Menotti, please feel free to write me an e-mail with questions you have about that aria. I will gladly discuss with anyone the first opera I fell in love with.
And back to my silence, where I am smiling with satisfaction of a life so "shirleyesque"...
*end rave*