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Peace and Joy: Wasted
Jul. 13th, 2005 07:23 amLook, this time I even remembered to do it in the morning.
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Jul. 13th, 2005
The Essence of the Rant
Jul. 13th, 2005 08:44 am"I meant to be uncommonly clever in taking so decided a dislike to him, without any reason. It is such a spur to one's genius, such an opening for wit to have a dislike of that kind. One may be continually abusive without saying anything just; but one cannot always be laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty."
--Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
--Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
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Jul. 13th, 2005 01:30 pmThe thing about a furry con is that, even when you leave the actual convention, a lot of the attendees are still readily identifiable as "with the con". It's the cat ears and tails, if not the badges. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shaterri, koogrr and I walked to the Subway that John and I had missed in the darkness the night before. (It was probably closed anyway.) There, we bumped into a lively young woman whose furry connection was an online chat-based game called, if I recall correctly "Furcadia". I'm sure John will correct me if I'm wrong, since he not only recognized it but had done one of the models for it, several years ago. I got her name but have since forgotten it, like too many other names of people that I met at the con and had no other context for knowing.
After dinner, we went back to the hotel, and I got changed into one of my umpteen black dresses. Then John and I hung out in the lobby and drew for a few hours. We'd run into Chiaroscuro (mongologue in the dealer's room earlier, and he'd given John his sketchbook along with a detailed request for an image. It was a cool idea but I, personally, had no idea how I'd pull it off on a single page, had I been the one who had to draw it. John worked on it, while I worked on a Kinshasa sketch in his collecting sketchbook. It's a lot more fun for me to draw in someone else's sketchbook. Probably because it makes me feel like I'm doing something nice for someone else. Except that I'm also embarrassed to have my art show up in the same sketchbook with fifty other people who actually know how to draw well.
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shaterri, koogrr and I walked to the Subway that John and I had missed in the darkness the night before. (It was probably closed anyway.) There, we bumped into a lively young woman whose furry connection was an online chat-based game called, if I recall correctly "Furcadia". I'm sure John will correct me if I'm wrong, since he not only recognized it but had done one of the models for it, several years ago. I got her name but have since forgotten it, like too many other names of people that I met at the con and had no other context for knowing. After dinner, we went back to the hotel, and I got changed into one of my umpteen black dresses. Then John and I hung out in the lobby and drew for a few hours. We'd run into Chiaroscuro (
mongologue in the dealer's room earlier, and he'd given John his sketchbook along with a detailed request for an image. It was a cool idea but I, personally, had no idea how I'd pull it off on a single page, had I been the one who had to draw it. John worked on it, while I worked on a Kinshasa sketch in his collecting sketchbook. It's a lot more fun for me to draw in someone else's sketchbook. Probably because it makes me feel like I'm doing something nice for someone else. Except that I'm also embarrassed to have my art show up in the same sketchbook with fifty other people who actually know how to draw well.( Art! )