'Cause tigers play too rough

Sunday for Anthrohio we slept in again. The thing that traditionally gets us out of bed before noon --- bunny_hugger's Rabbits and Rodents SIGs getting assigned the death slots of 10 am that day --- didn't happen. So we missed a couple things including the game shows being run; we didn't make it to a single one either at Anthrohio or at Motor City Furry Con. We also missed the Craft Swap, where everybody who makes stuff brings stuff they don't need and comes back with other stuff they won't use. Had we known there was going to be such a thing we might have brought stuff and come back with different stuff. Other things we didn't end up doing Sunday, or any day, were playing board or video games. Nor getting to performances, even though I'm getting less afraid of doing karaoke on songs with more than basically one note.

We did get to the Artist Alley to pick up bunny_hugger's sketchbook, though, and go around the Dealer's Den another time picking up a couple trinkets as well as compliments on bunny_hugger's earrings. And then to a Plushie Collectors Meet, another of those events we didn't know was going on or we'd have brought more of the vast stockpile. All we could bring were our hand puppets. Many people brought the plush they just don't travel without, though. One of the hosts brought in a tremendous collection of Lion King plushes, including huge and rare ones. One guy --- whom we'd met at either the Rabbits SIG, and we kept seeing over the weekend (if I have this right; it's possible I'm conflating two guys) --- brought his Radio Flyer wagon full of plush rabbits, some of which had been falling out now and then and become the subject of intense searches. By this point the largest of them had acquired a dunce cap for some reason, possibly because the three-foot brown thing kept falling over.

The guy kept telling us tales of woe about getting to the convention, starting with how the vaccination had caused him to have to stay in the hospital. Also something about how thing we don't understand with the hotel and his trying to pay with a debit card meant he was out nearly a thousand bucks more than he projected for this, his first convention, but he was having such a great time it was worth it. I think the debit card thing meant the hotel froze extra money to cover incidentals, like they will, and once he had checked out and the hotel found the room intact they'd un-freeze it. But I don't know and did not offer my diagnosis. He also had his car explode or something like that. Still having a great time, though, he'd explain, in a way that kept reminding me of Brent Spiner's character on Night Court.

I forget what all we did after that. I think we went to hospitality and discovered they were out of diet sodas. Pretty sure we met up with Pakrat again and agreed we don't see him enough. Soon, though, it was time ...

Trivia: New York's road chief suggested using road shields labelled ``TC'', for transcontinental, rather than ``US'', in April 1925, as ``The word transcontinental won't offend anybody. U.S. Highway will create criticism.'' Source: The King's Best Highway: The Lost History Of The Boston Post Road, The Route That Made America, Eric Jaffe.

Currently Reading: Paper: Paging Through History, Mark Kurlansky.