A few months ago, I started a field technician job which requires me to drive around the great state of Texas. Of course, while on the highways, byways, and backways of the Lone Star State, I noticed a few things:
My company car is a Chevy Equinox which is a boat compared to my Honda CR-V
I have dubbed my company car: “The Leviathan.”
I do like that The Leviathan has a BRAAP horn as opposed to the CR-V’s meep.
That moment when you’re happy to be back on a properly paved road
Realized after the fact that I overpacked and should have left my Bluetooth mouse/keyboard at home.
Observation from OG: There were no volunteers barking at attendees like at other cons
Wonder if it’s because the attendees seem to be a mite older here?
Regardless, perhaps other cons need to jazz up their marketing and call their volunteers something else to add prestige and respect to what is a very thankless job. “Volunteer?” Boring. “Enforcers?” Oooh.
Not sure what I’m going to do for Sunday. I pretty much saw all the booths yesterday
Made darn sure to charge my 3DS last night
Also remembered to fill my water bottle before leaving the house this time. Mmm, home water.
The weather was so nice I almost forgot my coat when I left
Now that the event is over, I can finally delete all those ‘PLEASE COME SEE OUR STUFF’ emails from devs.
Obligatory work item: My legs should not be this sore after the fact, need a gig where I *don’t* sit on my tail all day
PAX South is probably the best fan-run gaming convention around and I can see why folks love it so. Its not really my thing; if I go next year it’ll just be for a day. Plenty of my friends had a blast, though!
Its been some time since I’ve done one of these (or anything for that matter) so without any further ado:
Arrived in downtown SA at 930 on Saturday as I was worried about finding parking, luckily it wasn’t a problem at that hour.
The con did have some good guests, but I’m not into ‘celebrity worship’ much; I attend cons to hang out with friends and be supportive by flinging money at some of them.
That said, it was awesome to meet Rob Paulsen and get the Pinky half of my ‘Pinky and the Brain’ print signed. 🙂
Guests that I don’t “get” : reality TV show participants and cosplayers.
A friend had a decent explanation for cosplayers being a ‘thing’ now: They are our models/supermodels. Fair enough. Still don’t get it.
It was kinda neat that one could get autographs from all four of the original voice actors from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon. Cowabunga!
This is probably the biggest fan con I’ve been to; took me a while to see the whole thing.
Granted, it wouldn’t have taken quite so long if I hadn’t stopped to say hi to all my friends scattered about.
Funny moment: I was standing on the loading dock chatting with a friend when Ernie Hudson walked out talking on his cell phone. He stood nearby for a while talking on the phone then just ran off. Dafuq?
I saw Nichelle Nichols and some other folks walking by shortly after, didn’t want to be “that guy” so I simply waved hi.
Saw Stan Lee on a news report afterwards, he makes me slightly less ashamed to own a “Members Only” jacket.
Dear Guardian Knights Comics: Say what you want, but the ‘animal characters’ in “Gears and Bones”are furries. This is not a bad thing.
Speaking of furries: I saw a few fellow fuzzers walking around, which is always good.
Even more furries: the cosplay I noticed most often was Rocket Racoon, mostly by women. I have no problem with this.
I really need to get a good pair of sneakers, my casual shoes became slip-tastic once wet.
I made a mental note to buy a paleta from the guy that’s usually in front of the convention center before leaving but it seems I missed him. Hijole!
Craziest T-shirt : “I GOT RIPPED OFF BY [name of other con]” That’s some kind of messed up right there.
I ran into two candidates for “Patient Zero.” You know who you are.
Cannot mention this enough: Having a Whataburger within walking distance of the convention center is THE BEST THING EVER
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU construction people for restoring the connection from Market Street to 281 northbound.
I probably wouldn’t be as tired after the fact if I had a job where I walked around at least some of the time.
Yes, I managed to gripe about work even here. I’M SORRY!
I spent the weekend at Oklahoma’s other outdoor furry convention, Wild Nights, and as is always the case, I noticed a few things…
After two false starts trying to go to this convention, itlooks like the third time’s a charm!
Introduced my co-pilot to slot machines at a gas station casino; many apologies in advance if he becomes a gambling addict!
Cell service is zip at the park, luckily I saved the camp maps to my tablet.
At first, I listened in horror as the only FM stations my radio picked up played country music and then luckily stumbled upon a classic rock station…whew
Looks like they got off to a late start with dinner, I hope everyone had a big lunch.
The park is awesome, and even has real trees!
Feels odd to not be wearing my rings, I keep reaching to take them off before I walk to the restroom…TMI, maybe?
Old tech is better #1: LED lights have come a long way, but I’ll take my trusty 2-mantle Coleman lantern for lighting up camp any day.
I thought I was going to be attached to my backpack for the weekend but I surprisingly did okay without it.
Thing I forgot: a handkerchief, its driving me nuts because I keep reaching for it when I cough, but it isn’t there!
Last year, I wrote a story at Oklacon about my own withdrawal from the Internet. This year, I may scribe a similar story about a friend descending into madness.
The blooping noise the tap makes when getting water is the COOLEST THING EVAR.
I didn’t go to the hat-making panel and spent the rest of the con wishing that I had one!
Idea: Glow in the dark zippers for tents.
Temps were in the fifties outside on Thursday night, WHY were the a/c units on at the cabins?
Robber’s Cave State Park took a little looking for, didn’t help that I took the scenic route. Stupid Apple Maps
The cave itself took some hunting to find, too, but then again, we went off the beaten path.
Apparently the NOAA weather computer saying ‘shitstorm’ on the radio is the funniest thing ever.
Crepes for breakfast, potato soup for lunch; seems like someone in the kitchen knows what they’re doing!
Didn’t bring the car key for passenger, came to regret it after being asked ‘is it locked?’ every hour or so.
We got caught by the grocery stores in the nearby town being closed early twice, once at 9 and then at 8. I wanted to ask if dancing was also forbidden and that’s because I’m from a small town in Texas.
Nothing like hearing a gust of wind come from the trees then seeing a cloud of pollen descend. Crap.
Scheduling seems to be an issue for Wild Nights, and registration also took a little while. Don’t forget to bring some patience along!
Comparing the two OK outdoor cons: Wild Nights has the better venue, but Oklacon seems to be better organized. Balance of the universe and all that.
Also: At Oklacon, I took home red dirt in the Excelsior as a souvenir. This time, it’s POLLEN. POLLEN EVERYWHERE. *cough cough*
Saturday afternoon turned into siesta time at the con, there was very little going on. Works for me.
Wore my bear ears into town for no good reason. Oh yeah, because I felt like it. That’s a good reason.
Had my first s’more ever, yum!
Once the weather forecast started mentioning thunderstorms, hail, and tornadoes, it quickly lost its comedy value.
Old tech is better #2: While most smartphones were useless, my radio worked just fine.
There appeared to be an exodus of people Saturday as word got around about the impending weather. We hung around, but put everything away just in case we had to make a quick exit.
I don’t think I have ever slept in a top bunk, and after spending a restless night in one, I still haven’t.
This felt more like a camping trip at a furry convention than a convention that involved camping.
Drove into some hail after leaving the event, apparently we just missed the bad weather. There but for the grace of God we go.