Loaded up the Jeep and headed out to MarsCon this morning. The hotel is doing renovations and the room wasn't ready yesterday but thankfully was today - though you can tell they just finished it because it smells like fresh latex paint.
This is my first year volunteering at this Con, rather than just attending it. Anyone who's been to one of these things knows there is "downtime" in your schedule, like you might be waiting for a panel or something later on so basically you're just waiting. Waiting is boring. Volunteering at least is DOING something, even if you're still just sitting there - hey, at least you're racking up volunteer hours toward fabulous prizes like buttons, patches, t-shirts, even a free meal and massage!
I've basically been camped out in Ops at the "Martian Militia" (Volunteer) table. In fact, as I write this that's where I am. Opening Ceremonies just started so there aren't a whole lot of people wandering into Ops right now. So far, though, things seem to be running smoothly. Yeah, I know, I just jinxed it.
Then the Daleks invaded ops and exterminated everyone. See? There's photographic evidence!
For those who weren't exterminated by the Daleks, there were parties! Parties with food, drink, and drink, and drink some more. Anyone who didn't swing by the World Defense Force party and get a glass (or three) of "Green Death" clearly wasn't trying to party at all, imo.
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It was then the monster, who dwelled in the underworld, was blinded by a flash from the Warrior Princess' sword. Bleeding profusely as the monster lay dying it gurgled a sharp tongue within its foul mouth, the words unintelligible - but the quiver in its brow conveyed a confused "Why?" Understanding this the Warrior Princess casually wiped the creature's fetid blood from her blade and replied "Because if you haven't anything nice or useful to say, you shouldn't say anything at all." And with that the Troll expired.