Conventions are Magic! · 5:53pm Aug 14th, 2019
I brought 12 typewriters to both conventions. It was like beautiful music. Sunday at Bronycon one finally succumbed to the pressure, and the N key broke.
Jack Daniels and Sunkist flowed like sweet red wine. I probably also drank some sweet red wine.
I saw people and friends, and met new ones. You know who you are, because I'm bad at reflecting what I did at conventions. (I'm refusing to mention anyone specifically, because I know I'm forgetting people, and don't want to hurt feelings) (You're all great, by the by. Don't forget that.)
I probably should have put this blogpost together a lot sooner, but I've been working every day since I got back Tuesday and haven't had a good chance to do so.
Stinky Pete just threw up in one of my slippers. It smells like Wurthers caramel.
After four years, I finally got my Princess Big Mac plushie. Expect pic's eventually, maybe, never.
People thought I had a MLD book at the book store. I did not. I have a single copy to myself that I was having friends sign for my own self pleasure.
I was, in fact, the person labeling others because I'm narrow minded and it's easier for me to label you IRL (also known as shitposting)
At one point I assisted the Bar Cast in having their improve interviews, because I asked nicely and they said okay because I brought the typewriters. Your welcome.
Fimfic authors dinner was amazing, and the group I sat with (remember, no names!) was an absolute blast. Talking about Humphry Bogart movies, and getting an actual french person to shout "VIVA LE FRANCE!" was the pure highlight.
I finally got to see Silva Hound and Eurobeat Brony perform live at Bronypalooza. It was amazing.
I'm still so sorry to the pretty lady doing the Princess Big Mac cosplay that got her things stolen. Wish I could have done more. I'm glad you got most your things back from Lost and Found, but still... shame on whoever did that.
I was able to help several people from starving to death once again, thanks to my mighty box of Cheerios. Seriously, if you've never considered it before, carrying around a box of cereal at a con is the best thing. You have food, a place to store swag, and you can write notes on the box so you don't forget them later.
Sadly, for all those who wrote stories and left them at the typewriter tables, at one point Friday evening someone did a "clean up" and I believe a majority of them got thrown away. I'm not real happy about that. Still, I got lots of stories, and some of them are pure gold.
I also got lots of art from the pastel pastures, which there are some AMAZING ones in there. In fact, I've got art from BC 2015, 2016, and 2017 that was all left over. Put away in shoe boxes. Also also, QnS staff gave me the OG drawing scroll that comes out every year for people to draw something on... I think I'm becoming the archivist for the Brony fandom or something. Well, the weird stuff, not anything really cool.
Anyways, come to Trotcon.
Kay
I do't kow, accepting radom hafuls of cereal from somebody at the covetio does't seem very saitary or sae.
Also, who eeds a key o their typewriter, ayway.
(Seriously cosidering Trotco)
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ROB, you were The Dude at the con. Thank you for being The Dude.
You also generated some raised eyebrows at home by personalizing your autograph to me with an accompanying message of “Beat me daddy,” but y’know.
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I can beat that: at one point when I’m maybe five hours deep in the six hour line to see Lauren Faust, I finally remember that I have Advil in my bag. My feet are aching, so I get it out and take some. Guy in line next to me asks if it’s a pain reliever; I say yes; he asks for some. My response: “Hey man, if you’re willing to take drugs from a stranger in line at BronyCon, I’m willing to give them to you!”
In hindsight, it’s tangentially sketchy. But five hours in line bonds you. We were of one tribe, and I was our medicine man.
(There was also the guy and girl who had clearly just met but who were flirting endlessly who I kept wanting to shout “OH JUST KISS ALREADY” at, but I was only the medicine man, not the matchmaker.)
Thank you for Past Sins.
It is "VIVE LA FRANCE," Rob !
Anyway, let's go to Trotcon!
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Ayway, come to Trotco
Rob, you are such a verily convivial vivacious fellow, and I’m glad I got to hang out with you a little more at BronyCon.
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SIMBA
Thank you for the typewriters, and trying to run some mini flashfic events. I'm sorry I only got to partake in one, and I hope my handwriting wasn't too terrible.
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You cannot imagine how hard I am laughing right now
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Lol you told me you didn’t remember any of what I posted in my blog, so I’ll have to demonstrate to you next time I see you. You should come to BABSCon. There’s literally an entire floor dedicating to partying. It’s lit fam.
These were the stories I saw
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Ah man, you were at BC? Wish I had known, would have come by and deposited a box of thin mints whilst making an uncomfortable level of eye contact.
It was really great to see you again, though perhaps for the last time in person.
One day, decades from now, someone is going to be looking through your junk, and see all this weird pony shit, and be very confused.
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No, you cannot say that.
You must come to Trotcon.
You *must*.
Great seeing you! :-)
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It's always a honor and pleasure, Ed. Hope to see you once again at Trotcon next year!
Pure genius!
YOU HAVE THE QUILLS & SOFAS SIGN
NOTHING ELSE MATTERS
Gay