Sugoicon 2004
Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2004 3:32 pmAh, Sugoicon. The convention. The tradition. The thing.
The annual excuse for RPGWWers to get together, watch movies and anime, play cards, yell, bite, headbutt, buy things, eat pocky, and spread the love of corn.
Things started this year around 5:30-ish in the morning when my Mom and I got up and went to pick up Chris from the Greyhound bus station at 6. We eat on the way back, and when we get home I check my IMs. I find out through a message Pervy left that he had waited 12 or more hours at the Dayton airport for Catie (Nebula) to show up--having neglected to get the flight details from her. He was *slightly* upset. Well, we call around with security and whatnot, but forget that she is, in fact, 18, so they will not release any information to us when we honestly say that we believe she is 17.
Meanwhile, we look at the message board a bit later and find the message from her mom. Oh, she was sent to the Cincy airport, I thought. (I wonder who paid for that flight?) Well, no matter, by this time I was almost time to pick up Will (Czxaqcke) from the airport, so we head off. Mom drops Chris and I off to wait on Catie (as we don't run into her immediately, Chris goes with Mom to pick up Will at the Greyhound station and I stay behind for Catie). Then, Catie appears!
Turns out, she flew into Cincinnati in the *first place*, then went to the Greyhound bus station about 10 minutes after Chris and I left, then went to the con and waited there for us for a while. Yeah. So once that all got sorted out, the lot of us went back to the rented apartment, some of us crashed, and waited on the Daytoners. I tried to stay up, but wound up sleeping, and as I didn't wake up when people apparently tried to wake me up, we got a late start on Friday afternoon. TO SUGOICON! <small>(On fire).</small>
There we met up with the Dougster, and all mostly split up and did our things. Mike showed up in at around 9 pm, and Brian and Ashley showed up at the apartment late in the evening (too late for the con that night). (Friday, the corn sign was photographed at least 4 times while I was holding it, the first time 5 minutes after I got my badge. Almost all of my corn was gone within half an hour).
When we all got back to the apartment that night, I forced everyone to watch the most awesomest of movies, Johnny Dangerously, and then promptly went home to crash. Thus, I could not say much of what happened that night (or the next night, as I didn't even attempt to stay up late).
Saturday saw us at the con much earlier, and it's somewhat blurring in my mind with Sunday, the short day. I remember trading a can of corn for some art on one of these days, which will be seen below, being accosted for the story of the corn sign on many occassions, being asked for cans of corn, being hailed with "Corn!"
AND NOW, for pictures. All were taken on one of those cheap disposable cameras--let this be a lesson to us to never rely on those again.
Hobbes with the corn sign.
Group shot!
Because it's absolutely necessary to take crappy photos of stupid objects.
It's the navy man himself! Will!
It's the pastamancer, Pervy?
It's the Pervymancer again.
The hats, man--the hats!
It's a rolling photograph of Catie. No, really.
Random people.
Moving right along!
This, kids, is why you don't do drugs.
THE HAT. THE HAT!
Brian always looks like this in photos. Let's keep up the tradition.
I have no idea what I was looking at. I'm not even sure I'm looking at what Catie was pointing at.
Chris, with RED GLOWY EYES!
The group, again!
Brian, Ashley, and the goonsquad.
The group...again again!
It's totally my name badge. Totally. Yeah.
Lootariffic!
Artwork getting it's own post for awesomeness. :o <p>
<center><small>"We are just poor, wandering corn farmers..."
</p>Edited by: pd Rydia 
at: 12/1/04 11:53 pm
The annual excuse for RPGWWers to get together, watch movies and anime, play cards, yell, bite, headbutt, buy things, eat pocky, and spread the love of corn.
Things started this year around 5:30-ish in the morning when my Mom and I got up and went to pick up Chris from the Greyhound bus station at 6. We eat on the way back, and when we get home I check my IMs. I find out through a message Pervy left that he had waited 12 or more hours at the Dayton airport for Catie (Nebula) to show up--having neglected to get the flight details from her. He was *slightly* upset. Well, we call around with security and whatnot, but forget that she is, in fact, 18, so they will not release any information to us when we honestly say that we believe she is 17.
Meanwhile, we look at the message board a bit later and find the message from her mom. Oh, she was sent to the Cincy airport, I thought. (I wonder who paid for that flight?) Well, no matter, by this time I was almost time to pick up Will (Czxaqcke) from the airport, so we head off. Mom drops Chris and I off to wait on Catie (as we don't run into her immediately, Chris goes with Mom to pick up Will at the Greyhound station and I stay behind for Catie). Then, Catie appears!
Turns out, she flew into Cincinnati in the *first place*, then went to the Greyhound bus station about 10 minutes after Chris and I left, then went to the con and waited there for us for a while. Yeah. So once that all got sorted out, the lot of us went back to the rented apartment, some of us crashed, and waited on the Daytoners. I tried to stay up, but wound up sleeping, and as I didn't wake up when people apparently tried to wake me up, we got a late start on Friday afternoon. TO SUGOICON! <small>(On fire).</small>
There we met up with the Dougster, and all mostly split up and did our things. Mike showed up in at around 9 pm, and Brian and Ashley showed up at the apartment late in the evening (too late for the con that night). (Friday, the corn sign was photographed at least 4 times while I was holding it, the first time 5 minutes after I got my badge. Almost all of my corn was gone within half an hour).
When we all got back to the apartment that night, I forced everyone to watch the most awesomest of movies, Johnny Dangerously, and then promptly went home to crash. Thus, I could not say much of what happened that night (or the next night, as I didn't even attempt to stay up late).
Saturday saw us at the con much earlier, and it's somewhat blurring in my mind with Sunday, the short day. I remember trading a can of corn for some art on one of these days, which will be seen below, being accosted for the story of the corn sign on many occassions, being asked for cans of corn, being hailed with "Corn!"
AND NOW, for pictures. All were taken on one of those cheap disposable cameras--let this be a lesson to us to never rely on those again.
Hobbes with the corn sign.
Group shot!
Because it's absolutely necessary to take crappy photos of stupid objects.
It's the navy man himself! Will!
It's the pastamancer, Pervy?
It's the Pervymancer again.
The hats, man--the hats!
It's a rolling photograph of Catie. No, really.
Random people.
Moving right along!
This, kids, is why you don't do drugs.
THE HAT. THE HAT!
Brian always looks like this in photos. Let's keep up the tradition.
I have no idea what I was looking at. I'm not even sure I'm looking at what Catie was pointing at.
Chris, with RED GLOWY EYES!
The group, again!
Brian, Ashley, and the goonsquad.
The group...again again!
It's totally my name badge. Totally. Yeah.
Lootariffic!
Artwork getting it's own post for awesomeness. :o <p>
<center><small>"We are just poor, wandering corn farmers..."
</p>Edited by: pd Rydia
at: 12/1/04 11:53 pm
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