We've reached another milestone in my humor blog: a quarter of the way through a massively long MST3K fan fiction. Want to see it, and the nonsense that isn't entirely about Air Bud for some reason? Read on, here:
- MiSTed: The 72 Hours Saga, Part 10
- What's Going On In Flash Gordon? Is Ming back from the dead? July - October 2024
- Statistics Saturday: Length Of Various Movie Franchises Using _Air Bud_ As The Base
- A Stray Movie Franchise Discovery
- Gritty Reboot Where He Has to Not Only Break Even … But _Get_ Even
- What's Going On In Gil Thorp? Who was it nearly killed Gil Thorp? July - October 2024
- This Might Just Change Everything (In a Good Way) (For Once)
- MiSTed: The 72 Hours Saga, Part 11
And now, I close out pictures of Motor City Fur[ry] Con's Sunday, getting all the way to the Dead Dog Dance without going overboard on dark photos of blurry fursuits. I'm sparing you some of those.
People milling around the fire pit out on the hotel patio.
Huh, what's going on there with a couple of canine suiters and someone holding up a tennis ball? Is it --- wait, could it be ---
It is! Fetch! ... You know we don't play that sort of game in the raccoon community.
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bunnyhugger be focusing her mighty camera on here in Hospitality?
... Oh. I guess she's just practicing focus and light metering and stuff.
Are we at closing ceremonies already? Well, why else would I be in a big crowd taking pictures of sparkly purple dolphins?
And there we are. The convention's officially closed and all there is to do is ... wait, I don't think they asked us to clean up chairs. All right.
A rare parking lot photo here because someone got a nice dragon painted on their car.
Someone took a load off their shoulders and it turned out to be a three-eyed head. You don't see many three- or more-eyed fursuiters, so there's an unexplored niche for you.
Now we're at the Dead Dog Dance! Note the Alkali picture hanging from the rafters for whatever reason. This is about as good as the pictures ever look.
Huh, I'm sure there's nothing ominous about a Victorian-y plush rabbit standing before a mirror at an odd angle late at night in an empty corridor!
And the convention is truly wrapped up; you can see staff taking apart the main events stage beyond the doors. (I also have a similar picture where you can't see the person working on the doors, but can see someone walking past the other door inside the ballroom. If I could have got both together it would have been the strike-the-set picture.)
Trivia: Chicago's Centry of Progress Exposition entrance had a 218-foot-tall, three-sided thermometer. The temperature exceeded 100 Fahrenheit several times during June of 1933. Source: Cool Comfort: America's Romance with Air-Conditioning, Marsha E Ackermann.
Currently Reading: The Life of Lines, Tim Ingold.
