Where are you staying?
At the Hyatt.
When will you arrive?
Thursday, late afternoon. I’m aiming for 16:00.
How long will you stay?
Until Monday morning. Trying for an 08:00 departure.
How will you travel to/from the convention?
By steer—er, by a Son of a Steer. It’s a one-day drive each way.
Who are you rooming with?
Room captain sawblade5 and two others.
Who will you hang out with during the convention?
Not sure that I’ll do much unstructured hanging out this time.
Where will you be most of the time during the convention?
Either bed or panels. Speaking of which . . .
Are you doing anything in keeping with the convention’s theme?
Given this year’s theme, I can confidently say yes. I’m showing up. ;-)
Will you suit up? If so, does your character talk?
Will you perform?
I’ll say no. Teching for Fursuit Price doesn’t count.
Will you go to parties?
Maybe one or two if time permits.
Night owl or early bird?
Do you drink?
Do you smoke?
What/where will you eat?
Like at previous cons, I plan to bring sandwich fixin’s, donuts, soda, and Tang. Giordano’s is also on the agenda.
Can I come with you for food, fun, etc.?
Well, I still don’t know the place that well, so if you don’t mind being led astray or nommin’ on salami . . .
What is the best way to contact you?
Generally, by note here. A few people have my cell number for voice or text.
If I see you, how should I get your attention?
If a wave or a “Hi, CC” doesn’t do the trick, a Pythonesque silly walk usually will. As a last resort, flash some sideknuckle.
What do you look like?
Somewhat doughy (~210 lb) with salt-and-pepper hair and a “cookie duster.” A red Boatmen’s Bank (logo at 0:27) ballcap will be either on my head or attached to a front right belt loop.
How tall are you?
6’2” (188 cm).
How old are you?
I will turn 45 during the convention.
What is your gender?
Note again the cookie duster. Also, the wiring matches the plumbing.
Are you taken? Are you looking for a mate?
Currently I operate under the delusion that I am somebody’s husband, but I don’t know whose and I’ve run out of guesses and I ain’t got amnesia. If by some improbable happenstance you know her—or even more miraculously, are her . . .
Can I talk to you?
Of course. I’m not usually the sort to initiate contact, but please don’t let that stop you.
Can I touch you?
Only if you’ve had all your shots.
Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Hugs are okay from folks I “know”; three-second rule, please. Snuggles and cuddles I’m gonna have to closely reserve.
Can I dance with you?
Only if Mrs. Critterden approves.
Can I visit your room?
Again, if I “know” you. Just gimme a heads-up, ’kay?, so I can run it by the room captain. And I promise to do the same if I want to visit your room.
Can I buy you drinks?
Nothing stronger than a sarsaparilla, if’n ya don’t mind.
Can I give you stuff?
As long as I don’t have to take medicine for it.
Can I stalk you?
Ask in advance and I’ll think about it.
Can I take your picture?
Who, me? Well, I don’t expect to do anything particularly photogenic, but hey, it’s your battery.
What (else) should I not do around you?
As long as you’re within the convention’s code of conduct, I doubt that I’ll object. I knew the job was dangerous when I took it.
Are you nice?
I’ll go ahead and say no here and strive to prove otherwise there.
Are you cliquey?
I’ll go ahead and say no here and strive to pr—er, um, just no.
Do you have art in the art show?
Do you have an item in the charity auction?
Do you have an artist table?
Do you do free art?
Do you do trades?
Do you do badges?
Do you do commissions?
Do you have a sketchbook?
Can I look in your sketchbook?
Maybe, once I actually, y’know, have a sketchbook.
Can I draw in your sketchbook?
I refer the honourable reader to the reply I gave some moments ago.
How many conventions have you attended?
This is my second and final con for the year. Seventh overall.
Might I find you at other upcoming conventions?
I plan to attend Megaplex next summer.
What are your goals for the convention this year?
To meet in person even more of the awesome people I’ve known up to now only as collections of dots on a screen and vibrations in headphones. To continue to test social skills, establish and strengthen connections, and chip away further at the ol’ shell. To cause some in attendance to laugh, smile, or just scratch their heads. To go home reasonably healthy, richer in inspiration and motivation, and inclined to come back for more.