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I apologize for not having time to write up the start of our trip, but, my evening got diverted a couple ways including to trying to plan a meet-up with my brother and his family as they drive through Michigan on the way to Wisconsin. I hope they have a plan for dealing with Lake Michigan. Anyway, let me close out pictures of Friday at Anthrohio for you and, as promised, soon enough I'll have photo dumps of like two thousand nearly identical furry dance shots, but Friday I was more judicious about this sort of thing.
Velveteen making her first venture into the outside world; on the other end of that elevator ride would be ... people delighted to see her!
Bowing to the DJ at the dance, as a good visitor does.
Velveteen taking a break for air outside the front of the hotel. Pretty sure there were people here admiring her.
Out back, she examines a Corvair, one of the cars prepared for the Motor Furries event for Saturday during the day.
Though the windows were closed we both knew the feel and especially the smell of those cushions. Also remember when cars could have colors like 'green' or patterns like 'anything' or those little triangular vent windows.
Ultimately, though, Velveteen had to leave the car behind. Not enough head room.
Trivia: In 1619 Burgundy banned the potato on the grounds that ``too frequent use of them caused the leprosy''. Source: Food in History, Reay Tannahill. Not sure who that's a direct quote of, sorry.
Currently Reading: Cartoon Confidential, Jim Korkis and John Cawley. So they give their opinions on the top-grossing animated films of the 1980s (The Jungle Book gets on twice, for the 1984 and the 1990 rereleases) and guess which picture Cawley describes by saying ``there is a definite sterile quality to the picture. There are no surprises, no experiments, no flash. It is a perfect example of a 'typical' Disney feature''? That's right, it's the nigh-legendary perfectly-average 1980s Disney cartoon, The Little Mermaid. Now, I agree tastes vary, and what works for one person may not work for another, but, you know? Some opinions are just false. I mean, you can like Megadeth better than you like the Beatles but you are wrong to say the Beatles are the worse band. Sorry.
