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Anthrocon is just around the corner, so it's time to get in your badge pre-orders! The specialty badge for this con, in keeping with the Midsummer Night's Dream theme, is a Shakespearean badge laser-carved from wood. Your character wears a simple Elizabethan collar and holds your choice of Shakespearean prop in his or her hand; the artwork is in an olde tyme woodcut style and your character's name is printed on a scroll. Badges are approximately 4" wide by 6" tall cut from 1/8" thick alder wood, and include a badge clip.  Click image for larger view. Woodcut badges are $40, and can be paid for when you pick them up Friday at the con. If you're going to be at Anthrocon and want to order one, fill out this handy form: http://cooner.johntoons.com/badge/shakespeare/ac2012.htmlAnd of course, if you just want a laminated color badge, you can pre-order those to pick up at the con as well. Fill out this form for a color laminated badge: http://cooner.johntoons.com/badge/preorder.htmlNo specific slots to reserve this time; I'll temporarily close off the forms if orders start to become overwhelming. But do order soon to make sure there's enough time to get the badges drawn and manufactured in time for the con! Thanks, see everyone in Pittsburgh! ^.^ Tags: anthrocon, badges, cooner-art
Current Mood:  busy
Current Music: Dee Does Broadway
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AC! Last week of registration AC! Last week of registration Registration time, come on! (Get Registered)
Registration time, come on! (Get Registered)Anthrocon is getting oh so near A convention, that's only once a year so bring your sketchbooks, and a fursuit too And please Pre-register by the first of June Come on now Registration Let's Pre-register and have a short line Registration We'll Pre-register and have a short line It's time to join the furries You know the page, so please hurry Everyone Pre-reg for Anthrocon! AC! Last week of registration AC! Registration time, come on! Join the furry nation Registration time, come on! Pre-register All these furries coming to Pittsburgh And Supersponsors, will get great swag I heard So bring your badges, and some glowsticks too But please Pre-register by the first of June Registration Let's Pre-register and have a short line Registration We'll Pre-register and have a short line On-site lines last forever You can avoid them if you're clever Everyone Pre-reg for Anthrocon! Yahoo! Last week of registration Yahoo! Registration time, come on! Join the furry nation , come on now Registration time, come on! Pre-register Mastercard or Visa tonight Pre-register, it's all right Check or Money Order tonight Pre-register, it's all right Furries... Attending or Sponsor tonight Pre-Register, it's all right Even Supersponsor tonight Pre-register, it's all right Registration time, come on!
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It's funny how primed we are by our environment. Case in point: today, at random, my music player came around to the 'N', where I have an astonishing number of CDs from "Nature Sounds," which are just what they sound like: hours of high-quality microphonage from rainforests, oceans, desert winds and so forth. And yet, listening to them, I get anxious... when is the music gonna start? Over the years, so many musical artists, from new age to metal, have started their albums with "natual sounds" that the sound of "Rain in the Country'"or "The Calm Sea" seems to natually be a precursor to music, and just listening to the sound itself requires some time for acclimation. Tags: life, observation
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I'm looking forward to the trip to Milwaukee, today, to spend the weekend with some of my closest friends. We've been doing this every spring since the year my father passed away. And while we no longer meet in Kansas City, we still meet. I can't say how much I love this annual trip. It keeps me sane. Getting together with so many friends has seen our group go skydiving, play lazer-tag, watch countless movies (good and bad), cook, take a brewery tour, visit museums, and generally do all the things we wish we could do with each other if we lived closer than 1,000 miles apart. Each of us comes from fandom, furry fandom (to be specific), and each of us has a lot in common. We also have a lot in difference (if that's even a proper phrase) but it is from these differences that we end up having so much fun. I'll hit the road at 11am and it should take just about six and a half hours to get to Milwaukee. I'm truly anticipating a splendid time! Yours, Sylvan (Dave) Current Location: home
Current Mood:  cheerful
Current Music: none
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So far the adventure has been pretty enjoyable...if you discount the hateful expeirence of airt travel. There was nothing particularly out of the ordinary on the flights so I won't talk about them much other than to say the turbulence on both was quite brutal and I mostly slept through the second flight despite the heavy rocking of the plane. As miserable flights in cattle class go they weren't too bad. Arriving in London on Sunday morning I was allowed into the country without issue, collected my bag and made my way to the Avis office to pick up my rental. I'd initially reserved a Renault 207 but there was some weirdness as to whether or not my reservation was supposed to be serviced by Avis or Budget, the end result was that I wound up with a black VW Polo. That was actually pretty sweet since I've been considering replacing my Passat with something like a Polo when they're released in the states. Having never driven in the UK nor a right-hand-drive car I had a little trepidation going in but that melted away quickly. The wierdness of driving on the left side of the road wore off in a couple of miles but the weirdness of shifting gears with my left hand lasted a little longer, until about the tail-end of yesterday afternoon. I still have to think about it a little too much to be really smooth or quick while selecting cogs. The acctual road-going experience was basically a non-event. Roundabout, too, are not that big of a deal. For Sunday and Monday nights I decided that it would be best to stick around the airport since there was a plant to meet up with atpaw for some sight seeing and tourism on Monday. Once in my room at the Holiday Inn I sat down on the bet and passed out for six hours, then woke up to get some dinner and the went back to my room to pass out again until 7am on Monday. Dinner was good, though. A chicken satay over egg-noodles tossed with peanut sauce and bamboo chutes with a little lemon drizzled on top. Monday I popped out of the Covent p Garden station roughly in line with the time that Atpaw had suggested we meet to find a chee holding up [the wall] of an M&S. We didn't really have a firm plan of what to do so we walked over to the London Film Museum which was cool but also a little crap. I certainly enjoyed myself but that's just 'cause I'm a little bit of a film geek. Following that we wound up at a random gay bar (Halfway to Heaven) for beverage refreshment before wandering on for real food...winding up at yet another pub. Between the two I had a pint of strongbow cider, a pint of ale and a chicken sandwich. Met up with Atpaw's host while he's in the London area before scooting over to Liberation for Atpaw to spend some cash. Was seriously tempted to see about ordering something for myself but news of an order from STR now being in production pleased me enough I felt no compulsion to drop coin at Liberation. For now. That was followed by dinner at Sartaj and a scoot by me back to the Holiday Inn for the night. Tuseday morning was filled with repacking some of my shit, grabbing some breakfast, then checking out of the hotel. With the car loaded up I started out on the only solid plan I had for the day, to see Stonehenge. I won't spent a lot of time getting sof in the knees about it I will say that, yes, I was actually impressed by Stonehenge. Like most Americans my first real introduction to it was by the voice of Leonard Nemoy on In Search Of. That show was awesome but it didn't really conveny the sense of scale of Stonehenge. It's much larger than I'd thought it was. Cresting over a hill on the motorway and seeing it there, massive and conspicuous against the surrounding green fields and farms was at leat a mildly cool life experience.  Without any other real plans I bought a 9-day pass to all of the English Heritage sites in the country, then proceeded to abuse the hell out of it for the rest of the day while driving around in the black Polo I'll talk about them more later but I hit up Old Wardour Castle and Old Sarum, both of which are fantastic. They truly highlight the beauty of England.     At the end of the day I found myself chilling out with SlyCat and BearSkunk, enjoying their great hospitality. (Today I've not done much at all save a little bit of laundry.) Current Location: Ye Olde England
Current Mood:  relaxed
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Can Alain de Botton even read? I ask because this de Botton has out-parodied himself again by announcing that he was launching a porn website free of "stupidity, brutishness, earnestness and exploitation." The real problem with current pornography is that it's so far removed from all the other concerns which a reasonably sensible, moral, kind and ambitious person might have. As currently constituted, pornography asks that we leave behind our ethics, our aesthetic sense and our intelligence when we contemplate it. Which is what leads me to the question, can Alain de Botton read? Because literary pornography is deeply embedded in questions about the world, about why people have sex, about awkward sex, about contexual sex, about great sex, about sensible, moral, kind and ambitious sex. What have been doing for the past twenty years if not writing sex that marries the characters to their ethics, allows them to embrace their virtues even while having sex? Fuck me, if The Journal Entries didn't ultimately evolve into a pornography in which characters expressed, even during sex, their highest principles, then all of that writing has been for naught. And I'm sure I'm not alone in that assessment. Current Mood:  amused
Current Music: The Art of Noise, Beat Box/Close to the Edit (live)
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