There’s a group of people who show up and run the kilt blowing at Dragon Con. They’re convention attendees who, for the past 14? years have made sure Kilt Blowing happens. They do crowd control, line control, deflect possible trouble, assist and guid and make sure nothing happens to the event that they love.
People hand out ribbons that you can stick to your badge. They’ll have inside jokes themed around geek culture. The two grannies had “Nice parking spot, Rita!” and “I slipped on mah beans!” I think later someone gave me a ribbon that was just Mackenzie staring off. I’m always struck by the episode where he’s trying to be left behind because he’s dealing with trauma and anxiety. That show does not fuck around.
Background has a Bluey, hairy monster from Bugs Bunny, cast of What we do in the Shadows, and Happygoth dressed as a tree spirit thing? From Zelda maybe?
I think the last time I saw him, he had a baby strapped to his front.
In the beginning of time when you had to know someone who could send you an invite to Gmail I was reckless and had no imagination and didn’t know any better, so I just used my name.
Back in my day, we used ku-chunk machines and phone connections! My card reader cost $500 and a $50 monthly rental fee! The iPad was cheeper and it did more than process credit cards.
There was a girl at Dragon Con who dressed as a playground mushroom with all the little nick nacks that you’d find at a playground. It was adorable. She’s in the background.
After traveling with two kids, traveling alone is a fucking delight.
Shit goes down during Dragon Con. Floods and hurricanes and everyone seems to have to overcome some huge obstacle to get there. This year we seemed to hop those hurtles with glee. We’ve all leveled up our ‘dealing with shit’ stats.
