Where are you staying?
At the Marriott.

When will you arrive?
Wednesday, 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 two-day drive each way.

Who are you rooming with?
This time I’m solo.

Who will you hang out with during the convention?
I’ll probably just drift around to folks I recognize from various streams and chatrooms.

Where will you be most of the time during the convention?
Most likely either bed or panels. Speaking of which . . .

Which panels and events do you plan to attend?
These. Subject to change, of course. And sometime during the weekend I want to make time for a two-round run-through of Furry Language—most likely up in the room—just to make sure that fursuit heads are not too much of an obstacle to gameplay.

Are you doing anything in keeping with the convention’s theme?
Yeah! I’m gonna be a Grammar Cop! Just kidding. I got nothin’. Just hope I don’t get hauled in by the Fashion Police.

Will you suit up? If so, does your character talk?
Not suiting.

Will you perform?
Not unless I bring my silly giant triomino back to the Rhubarb & Cosmik show—nah, I think I’ll leave that at home.

Will you go to parties?
Probably not.

Night owl or early bird?
Early bird.

Do you drink?
No.

Do you smoke?
No.

What/where will you eat?
Like at previous cons, I plan to bring sandwich fixin’s, donuts, soda, and Tang. I’ll probably go out to a couple of restaurants in the neighborhood, time permitting. Oh!—on the way down I wanna stop at a Stuckey’s in Georgia for some pecan log rolls. I haven’t had one of those since I was a kid.

Can I come with you for food, fun, etc.?
This will only be my second visit to Florida (the other one was when I was 5), 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. I’m still on a dumbphone. ;-)

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 (~200 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?
43.

What is your gender?
Cismale.

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? I promise to do the same.

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?
No.

Do you have an item in the charity auction?
No.

Do you have an artist table?
No.

Do you do free art?
No.

Do you do trades?
No.

Do you do badges?
No.

Do you do commissions?
No.

Do you have a sketchbook?
No.

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.

Might I find you at other upcoming conventions?
I plan to attend Midwest FurFest in December and Anthrocon 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.