And We’re Back

This is what two days of traveling and three days of con plus putting on a show all in the space of a weekend looks like. We finally got home at 12:05 Monday morning and I can definitely say that I’m way not as young as I used to be. Braaaaaaaains.

The last day of the con will also bring out the tired crazies. I found this on the chalkboard in the lounge and it made me laugh. It sounds like one of those folksy explicative expressions like “Voldemort’s Nipple! I forgot to feed the cat before we left!”

LunarGeography and I staggered in at the crack of 9am for our second to last panel…scheduled for 9am. We decided to let whoever showed up at before coffee o’ clock cool their heels for a couple minutes while we rousted up some caffeine. 9am is possibly way too early to coherently discuss gratuitous boobies in film without the help of a good strong cuppa Joe. We scored us some Dunkin’ Donuts goodness (provided by the con peeps, they were teh awesome with the foods and whatnot) and wandered up to the panel room slightly after 9. There was no one there. I guess 9am is also too early for a lot of Smithies to discuss the boobies. We hung around and LG made turtles. Finally, at about half after, people started to wander in and eventually we had a decent turnout. Our erudite “R We There Yet? – When is nudity gratuitous? Discuss the how and why of including nudity/sex in a film in order to up the rating” panel devolved into “Boobies, Butts and Dangley Bits in Movies” but what can you do when it’s that early? I think everyone had a good time anyway and in the end we had about 10+ people for a 9am starting panel. On a Sunday. Not so bad.

Badmovie and TheMan stayed behind to pack up and check out and sometime around noon we met up with them. We wandered about for lunch and landed at this awesome pizza joint just on the other side of Seelye Hall called “Pizza Amore”. Badmovie wanted to rename it “Pizza Moré” because he thought that would be an awesome name. We ate pizza. It was tasty.

Afterwards we ran our last panel “Promotions-Fu: How to get people to notice your stuff (free candy!)” (and yes, that’s exactly how it was worded in the con book). I didn’t expect a lot of people to show up at 2pm on the last day of the con but about 10 did. One guy wandered in late and when I asked him what he wanted to promote he was all “Uhhhh…I just saw that the Smithee people were hosting this panel so I came”. Wrock!

On the way to the airport we came across this little real estate steal.

It comes ventilated and everything! Heh. That cracked us up pretty good.

This is for my sis. It’s a cow! In the airport! Catching a Frisbee! I also have no idea who those people are and I would have waited for them to get out of the picture but for whatever reason they were all “Blah blah loo dee dooo” boogering around. So I said, “To heck with them. Family can’t move their collective asses out of my pic, I’ll just snap it anyway and then post it on the web. HA!” And so I have. But really, it was for the cow because hee!

We knocked around the airport for a couple hours since we rode to the airport with Jennie Breedon of The Devil’s Panties and her flight left well before ours. Jennie Breedon is an awesome person to ride all squished in a van with. I’m hoping she feels the same way about the Smithee crew and not “So there I was all squished in with the FREAKS!”

Our flight was super full because, apparently, someone in Chicago pressed the Shiny! Red! Button! what makes the planes go and none were. Unless the pilots wanted to do plane math to figure out how to get from here to there which…I don’t think any of them did. Ergo, planes coming into or out of Chicago were delayed until they could reset the Shiny! Red! Button. Fortunately, Orbits had changed up our itinerary and rerouted us through Dulles on the way back so we did not have to sit around and await the mighty pressing of the planes go now button. Huzzah!

We did, however, fly from Dulles to Detroit on the smallest plane I’ve ever flown on, barring a Cessna. It had 12 rows and I hit my head on the ceiling when I stood straight up. It was so small, we had to board on the tarmac. I’ve never had to do that at Metro. Wild.

Bus Tank Shuttle Cab!

2007: “If I knew you were going to take full picture of us I would have quit chewing!”

2006: You know when you see a really cool food thing on TV and you want to try it out at home? Sometimes it takes a while to get it right.

2005: I mean, take the following sentences: “God smote me for singing the lamby joe song” versus “I was smitten by God for singing the lamby joe song”. The first one sounds much more serious and old testament. I can see God frowning his cranky God frown and saying, “OK, I’ve heard about enough of that lamby joe song from boo. One lightning bolt, coming up!” while the other one sounds more like I’m singing an ode of devotion and lamby joe goodness to the almighty.

2004: All this is leading to the astonishing fact that I, Rokokyu for going on two some years now, actually went to class last night.

2003: So! Much! Traveling!

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