Saturday at the con opened with our leaving the con, so we could get breakfast or lunch, what have you. There's a Big Boy --- not Bob's, despite my apparent insistance that every Big Boy must be a Bob's, but another franchise owner that hasn't seen fit to hide their affiliation with the Big Boy brand --- just up the highway from the hotel and we noticed it again on driving in. There, we discovered we had missed a promotional deal through the franchise owners, which had been the day before, in which dressing as the Big Boy would get you a Big Boy sandwich or something. If Morphicon only knew: there's sure to be people who could put together a Big Boy outfit using just the spare fursuit parts in their glove compartments. This also got us talking about the promotional comics that chains used to give out; bunny_hugger had a fascination with the ones provided by Baskin Robbins. I collected the TRS-80 Microcomputer Adventure Kids or whatever their name was. The ones who helped Superman when his brain was temporarily stupid by programming a TRS-80 to calculate the circumference of a circle, that sort of thing.
We got back to the hotel for the fursuit parade, bunny_hugger in costume, me just photographing and watching stuff. Since there were a couple minutes before things would get started, I poked around the Dealers Den some and got trapped in a conversation with one of the artists, who knew coatis well, and see what I was talking about with the species gentrifying and all that? On the one hand I didn't want to skip out someone who'd heard of coatis before everyone heard of them; on the other, I did want to see the parade. I broke away none too gracefully and while I missed the first couple people walking out, I did get most of the parade, again in video form, and was able to run to other spots to catch the parade as it marched back in around ... wherever the heck it did get back into the hotel from. It managed to loop around and get back through the corridors towards the bar. As ever I was able to catch bunny_hugger in costume.
For the group shots after the parade, bunny_hugger was well-positioned (for a rare change) right up front, where she couldn't be missed. But I think the greatest bit of the post-parade photographing was that on the patio was a man studiously concentrating on an issue of Scientific American and clearly choosing to have absolutely nothing to do with these dozens of people in strange animal costumes moving in packs and getting photogrpahs taken and clowning around with balls and Nerf guns and all these other shenanigans. He just folded the magazine in half and studied it even closer, the longer things went on. The fursuiters, and crowds, gave him his space, certainly; at least I never noticed anyone specifically bothering him, but his studious attention to his magazine and patient waiting for all of this to go away made him, for me, the comic high point of the weekend. I can't look at the pictures I got which include him without giggling again.
Trivia: In the eleven days between the problematic launch of Skylab and the launch of the first crew, and to avoid using more maneuvering fuel than needed to control the damaged space station, NASA worked out rough approximation procedures: roll attitude could be estimated by reading temperatures on alternate sides of the workshop, and itch angle by the electrical output of the solar panels. Source: Living And Working In Space: A History Of Skylab, W David Comptson, Charles D Benson. NASA SP-4208.
Currently Reading: A Calculating People: The Spread Of Numeracy in Early America, Patricia Cline Cohen.