MiniMegaCon Day Zero
Am finally in fluid balance again and surprisingly not sunburned. I credit my new face regime. See, I'm turning 40 in a month or so and I started to think about how I'm starting to look Like my father. Dad had a lot of trouble with skin cancer; he was in the oil field and he was out on jobs all the time and suntan lotion was never really his thing. I've always used suntan lotion, but I thought why not really get proactive with the face? Men just don't moisturize, you see.
So I do the Clinique Three step process (I'm a number 2, Clinique, if you're into the freebies). I have a T-shaped oily zone. This makes sense to me because, well, I shave. That's the best exfoliator there is. Anyways, I'm in this thing all the way. I came home fairly inebriated last weekend and I even did the regimen then, by gum. I'm surprised I didn't eat the cotton ball, but there you go. The last step in the morning is a moisturizer that is a fairly potent sunblock.
Point of story? My face isn't sunburnt, but the arms are borderline. I took a nap and then wandered into the Orange County Convention Center in search of my MegaCon badge and passed a Surf Expo and a gigantic convention of divorce mediators on the way to the funnybook purveyors.
Side point: I'd originally planned to hit a record store (Rock and Roll Heaven) and a comics place (Sci-Fi City), but when I asked the concierge if public transit or anything went into what is essentially the part of Orlando that people who have nothing to do with tourism live, they looked at me like I was nuts. "You could rent a car," they suggested. The lady next to her asked why I'd want to go there, anyways. Ah, well.
So I got mine and Carter's badges and set up our table in Artist Alley. They color-coded them, which is good, but the colors are reflected in the table coverings, which is frankly awesome. The result is a table address that sounds like a call sign: we are Green Four. "This is Green Four! I've got two tie fighters on my six and my R2 Unit's twitchy after that last volley! Need backup!"
The room was not cooled for setup. Holy crap was it hot. They had garage doors open to the dock and it was raining cats and dogs and that still didn't break the heat. Wandering through the rain to cool off only kinda works. The individual drops are nice and cool, but all the drops are packed in hot hot air. In all I ended up wet and still hot. Bleh. The con folks said the air would be on tomorrow, so good. There's also going to be lots of food concessions in the room. I have my eye on the ice cream one.
The booths that set up early look pretty good. There's an Astromech Building Society, and what looks to be an ECTO-1 pickup truck and a 2/3 scale landspeeder on display. There's a heavy Anime emphasis, too. Picking up the booklet for the con, I was pleasantly surprised to find a full-page ad for WHAT'S HAPPENING magazine, "Florida's premiere GLBT Entertainment Publication." I still have vivid memories of watching several thousand congoers at a Wizard World Chicago walk around the Prism Comics booth like they were selling doses of the clap several years ago. The less skeeved out fandom gets about this, the better.
Just got a call from Carter. He lucked into a shuttle from the airport and we can use it to get back. So the flip-flop won't be so pricey for me. Hurrah!
Remind me to tell you about the book I read on the plane. Never read any Balzac before; I keep wanting to call him Nutsack. (I like the book, I do!)
So I do the Clinique Three step process (I'm a number 2, Clinique, if you're into the freebies). I have a T-shaped oily zone. This makes sense to me because, well, I shave. That's the best exfoliator there is. Anyways, I'm in this thing all the way. I came home fairly inebriated last weekend and I even did the regimen then, by gum. I'm surprised I didn't eat the cotton ball, but there you go. The last step in the morning is a moisturizer that is a fairly potent sunblock.
Point of story? My face isn't sunburnt, but the arms are borderline. I took a nap and then wandered into the Orange County Convention Center in search of my MegaCon badge and passed a Surf Expo and a gigantic convention of divorce mediators on the way to the funnybook purveyors.
Side point: I'd originally planned to hit a record store (Rock and Roll Heaven) and a comics place (Sci-Fi City), but when I asked the concierge if public transit or anything went into what is essentially the part of Orlando that people who have nothing to do with tourism live, they looked at me like I was nuts. "You could rent a car," they suggested. The lady next to her asked why I'd want to go there, anyways. Ah, well.
So I got mine and Carter's badges and set up our table in Artist Alley. They color-coded them, which is good, but the colors are reflected in the table coverings, which is frankly awesome. The result is a table address that sounds like a call sign: we are Green Four. "This is Green Four! I've got two tie fighters on my six and my R2 Unit's twitchy after that last volley! Need backup!"
The room was not cooled for setup. Holy crap was it hot. They had garage doors open to the dock and it was raining cats and dogs and that still didn't break the heat. Wandering through the rain to cool off only kinda works. The individual drops are nice and cool, but all the drops are packed in hot hot air. In all I ended up wet and still hot. Bleh. The con folks said the air would be on tomorrow, so good. There's also going to be lots of food concessions in the room. I have my eye on the ice cream one.
The booths that set up early look pretty good. There's an Astromech Building Society, and what looks to be an ECTO-1 pickup truck and a 2/3 scale landspeeder on display. There's a heavy Anime emphasis, too. Picking up the booklet for the con, I was pleasantly surprised to find a full-page ad for WHAT'S HAPPENING magazine, "Florida's premiere GLBT Entertainment Publication." I still have vivid memories of watching several thousand congoers at a Wizard World Chicago walk around the Prism Comics booth like they were selling doses of the clap several years ago. The less skeeved out fandom gets about this, the better.
Just got a call from Carter. He lucked into a shuttle from the airport and we can use it to get back. So the flip-flop won't be so pricey for me. Hurrah!
Remind me to tell you about the book I read on the plane. Never read any Balzac before; I keep wanting to call him Nutsack. (I like the book, I do!)
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