austin_dern (austin_dern) wrote,

It doesn't matter baby where we are

I don't mention every time we stopped by the Pipsqueakery's setup because we did that a lot, even more than we waited for elevators up. They were set up in the hallway connecting two ends of the hotel; it's hard not to notice, or to stop and look at the very many rabbits, and that fascinating rabbit with the lost eye. The hen and chick. The guinea pigs. And to listen to the representatives, often explaining things over and over. But sometimes they had to field a novel question. Like, they didn't bring capybaras because, among other things, while the Internet loves them, in person? They have moods other than being incredibly chill, and when they don't like something they have a lot of momentum and a lot of tooth. Guinea pigs are the sane thing to bring to a convention.

Closing Ceremonies came, as they always do, feeling like Opening Ceremonies had been about 25 minutes before. This too felt like revisiting old friends, though, as many of the things about the official closing of a convention are familiar and routine. The big excitement and thing to watch would be the final totals for the charity fundraising. And this would be twice as exciting, as some anonymous donor had pledged to match whatever the convention raised. This would result in Anthrohio's fundraising coming to a total of something like US $28,000. Somehow in all the last-minute fundraising and hat-passing I got confused about just what was raised. In any event, boy, it's a lot of money for a convention that drew a thousand attendees.

And I have to confess this filling me with nasty thoughts. That sort of magnanimous gesture, just tossing off fourteen thousand dollars in one anonymous action? You know, any of the jobs I've interviewed for this year, apart from the Michigan Tech one, would make that a thing I could do. Not by May 2022, no, but after a year or so in the position anyway. It's not that I'm looking at jobs that are obscenely well-paying, just that I don't need that much. And I accepted being badly underpaid for my own convenience, and the corporate takeover stole that little bit from me. Sitting there thinking of how much nobody was getting back to me and nobody wanted to hire me reminded me of how much any plausible job of the kind everyone tells me I'm an excellent candidate for would make my life better. I'm not likely in any case to pledge fourteen thousand dollars for anything, not like that, not unless I had a long time with a different relationship with money. But the thought of how this would be a thing I should be able to do, and can't, and probably never will be able to, curdled what should have been a happy thing to watch.

When Closing Ceremonies ended the con board stuck around to take feedback. I stayed to offer an unalloyed positive comment: I was really happy they had physical con books and a miniature program, and wanted them to know. They asked how the print was and I had to give a rave for that too. I could read it without my glasses. Other people had deeper questions and I think this is when I learned why there was no fursuit parade this year. And someone else noted the paucity of vegetarian food in Hospitality, which covered the only thing we could have reasonably complained about.

Speaking of food, it was dinnertime. One thing we looked forward to in getting back to Columbus was going to a Hothead Burritos again. And figured we should eat sooner than later, since every place closes early on a Sunday even when they aren't having staffing shortages due to the pandemic giving so many service workers their final straw. I found the nearest Hothead Burritos, on the map, and it wasn't the one we always went to (one which, we would learn Monday, was out of business even though the strip mall still carries the name Hothead Plaza). It also wasn't very close, to the point bunny_hugger worried we were lost and I worried I should have used the satellite navigator. When we got there the layout was completely different from the one we were used to, and they'd changed up the burrito sauce sets, so I felt like I was messing up the simple question of ``what things do you want on your burrito that's for you and no one else to eat''.

After dinner we got into kigurumis and joined the Dead Dog Dance, making a welcome return as an after-closing event for the con. Anthrohio's often just completely shut down after closing ceremonies resulting in Sunday nights feeling desolate and lonely. The dance was not as packed as those of Friday or Saturday, but it was going nicely and we spent the hour-plus to the final dance, and the turning on of lights, and the packing up of this aspect of the convention too.

And yet things weren't completely done yet. The karaoke room, run by the guy from the roller coasters panel, was still open. It wasn't busy, but he figured there was no reason to close down until someone ordered him to shut down. There were three of us hanging out there, mostly trying to figure out how to download the list of songs the online system had available, instead of just guessing that it'd be any song you'd expect to hear at a karaoke night. The other guy was a fan of ... a band I am going to kick myself for not remembering, but he asked about fourteen times if it would be all right for him to sing something from their catalogue even though he wasn't very good. bunny_hugger picked something reliable, Wings's Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey, only to be taken by surprise when the lyrics just started up without any intro or even a warning what key to sing in. And me?

Well, I decided to try breaking out of my usual ``what songs only ask for a single note from the singer'' routine. Went for ``Pinball Wizard'', and they called up the Elton John version, from the movie Tommy. It's a bit different --- it makes explicit, for example, that Tommy never tilts, something we're just left to suppose from the album version --- but might be the better karaoke version as it's even more anthemic yet also gives more breaks for the singer as the tune goes on and you get tired singing. Afterward bunny_hugger said she had remarks she wanted to preface by saying she wasn't trying to be mean or insulting, but ... she thought I sang this better than I usually do. I thought I was singing better than usual too. There's not much reason for it except maybe anthems are more forgiving than a Merseybeat song like ``Mrs Brown You've Got A Lovely Daughter'' after all.

We'd hang out a while longer, mostly not actually singing, sometimes watching ride videos and talking amusement park stuff again. Eventually it was something like midnight and still nobody had come to say to pack it up. But the guy running it started putting his stuff away, and we were all right with that too. We said our good wishes and went back to our room, to do what packing we could and hopefully be ready to check out on time, by 11 am.

And with the close of Anthrohio, let me bring that Cedar Point trip to a close, in time to start showing pictures from Anthrohio tomorrow.


We were at the park so early in the season they hadn't started the shows yet. This year's Jack Aldrich Theatre (formerly the Centennial Theatre) apparently has a show called ``About Me'', done in a very 1970s typeface that I'd like to know more about.


The 150th lights are still there, and they still had the carousel lit up. We saw one park employee taking a ride on it, sitting on the chariot while apparently filling out paperwork.


And here's the more nearly setting sun behind the park.

Trivia: In 1947 the United States military dropped 200 pounds of dry ice onto the center of a hurricane appproaching Florida. The storm turned to hit Savannah, Georgia. Source: The Culture of Calamity: Disaster and the Making of Modern America, Kevin Rozario.

Currently Reading: Moon Launch! A History of the Saturn-Apollo Launch Operations, Charles D Benson, William B Faherty. OK, so I had also checked out Douglas J Mudgway's Big Dish: Building America's Deep Space Connection to the Planets, but felt like, boy, doesn't this sound like the sort of book I'd have read already? Well, it turns out the only other due date in the book was October 2016, and what do you know but there it is, in my late-September-2016 posts, I read Big Dish already. I suppose it would do no harm to re-read it, though. Also I'm not 100% sure I haven't read this book already too.

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