Sorry to readers on Dreamwidth for not posting yesterday. This was not my fault: the DNS I was using decided it suspected Dreamwidth of being an illegitimate site. I've switched DNSes while waiting for them to get over themselves.
The next event of note in our lives was the anniversary of our wedding, the 11th time we've had a 30th of June as spouses. Our steel anniversary, I learned a month or so before when I thought about whether I could get or make something appropriate.
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bunnyhugger got me a variety of small items, steel pins with a space theme. The Space Shuttle on the carrier 747. The Moon. The International Space Station. Lovely little things. Her thinking was that my office cubicle needs things to be more interesting and personal. There is truth to this. I still haven't done much to make my work space uniquely me --- I've taken in a couple little trinkets including the pin from winning one of the Tuesday Night Smackdown pinball tournaments --- but still have the place decorated as though I expect to be escorted out abruptly. I have failed to bring them in yet, but I've only had like six chances, given we're only required to go in the office two days a week.
In trade, I had a couple little things. The earrings gotten at the Fairy Tale Festival, for example. The thing I was happiest with, though, was the steel ring. That is, the sort of ring you grab on a carousel that still does the grab-the-brass-ring game. If you don't grab the one brass ring, you've grabbed one of the many steel rings. I had picked up the steel ring back in 2019, when we went to the Allan Herschel Factory museum outside Buffalo. bunnyhugger was amazed that I had thought, that far ahead, of getting something that would be appropriate for our 11th anniversary. This credits me with too much wisdom; I had bought it knowing I would give it, but not knowing when or what for, and when I knew this was the steel anniversary I knew it was the time and purpose.
Ah, but then what did we do? ... And the answer is not very much. No time. I was working, for one. And when work was over, we needed to pack. Yes, we're beginning a road trip report.
But before that, we're up to the point where I have pictures of ... Anthrohio, just like I finally finished talking about. Enjoy more talk about the con, with pictures!
Our bedroom, taken because I had the vague thought of photographing it at the end of our stay so you could see how we trash the place.
And, Friday morning, a quick shot out at the hotel grounds. bunnyhugger took walks along that path last year; this year, it was less well-lit and more creepy.
Opening ceremonies! Not too terribly crowded and, as you can see, good observance of mask discipline too.
Anthrohio mascots Dawn and Dash dressed up in spacesuits for the con theme of Space Or Whatever.
And one of the convention's guests of honor, uh ... someone with a sloth character! Moms of Furries, I think.
And right into the Trash Animals Meetup, with bunnyhugger showing off Chitter Squirrel, who is quite certain he's not trash, thank you.
Trivia: The 1964 Olympics in Tokyo were the first held in a country with a language that had no alphabetic order. Countries entered in alphabetical order by English instead. Source: A Place For Everything: The Curious History of Alphabetical Order, Judith Flanders.
Currently Reading: Cartoon Confidential, Jim Korkis and John Cawley. They are very worked up about the censorship of cartoons where racist gags were cut out, overlooking entirely issues like ``are we really doing violence to the entertainment value of a broadcast cartoon if we cut out a blackface Al Jolson 'Mammy' riff?'' and ``were any of these blackface Al Jolson 'Mammy' riffs ever entertaining, even back in the day when he was? Really? Why?''.
