May 31st, 2016

krazy koati

Middle Age sucked, spent all day in prayer

We were nearly ninety minutes into driving to Anthrohio, the former Morhpicon, and just about to leave Michigan for Ohio when bunny_hugger turned to me and asked the question.

``Did you put my laptop in the car?''

I had not. There was good reason to think I had. I'd been loading stuff up in the fearsomely early morning when we left. I often do bring her laptop bag along, when packing for this sort of weekend or long-weekend trip. But I had left her laptop in the dining room and hadn't thought of it, and she hadn't thought to check whether I'd left it behind.

So this would be bad. For one, despite this being our second convention of the year she would have to work. It wasn't quite Finals Week, and students would be e-mailing with desperately confused questions about why they're failing. And she had a presentation for one of her panels prepared. It was left on her laptop, back home.

We didn't drive back. It would have been possible, if a bit mad. But it would have forced us to miss my first panel of the convention. That was a session on mucking and IRC and other old-school text-based furry playing. It was scheduled for 12:30 pm, before even the opening ceremonies for Anthrohio, and that's why we had to leave home at something like 8 am. It just takes that long to get to Columbus. We'd have to find some way to work around her computerless-ness.

The method would be my computer, which of course I hadn't forgot. I finally got around to setting up a login for her. She was able to set up its preferences, things like trackpad speed and the direction scrolling works. My laptop's a bit wider than hers, but she could feel reasonably at home on this. And now I wonder why we hadn't set up guest accounts for the other before. It's certainly a good fix for the forgotten-or-broken laptop problem. And in some down time during the day we were able to make a partial reconstruction of her presentation. The theme for Anthrohio was The Furry Renaissance. And she wanted to do a panel about pinball and so dug out pinball machines with art that had a Renaissance Theme By Which We Mean Medieval Stuff. There's maybe one pinball machine that shows something distinctly Renaissance. (Williams's 1979 Time Warp has a view of Leonardo da Vinci's Vitrivian Man on the backless. Also it has banana flippers.) But if you open stuff up to Medieval then you get a lot of pinball. Throw in some jousting and you get enough for an hourlong chat about the game's art.

We'd worry about getting to the hotel and through registration before my 12:30 panel. But Ohio's Never-Ending Highway Construction Zone seems to have metastasized into just a few spots none of which held us up very long. Not even the Impossible Interstate Highway Tangle just north of the hotel that's been under construction since, we're pretty sure, bunny_hugger first attended Morphicon in 2008. All we would have to fear is registration and we were ready to ghost my own panel.

And we'd have nothing to fear in registration, other than that it was held in a different place from Morphicon's. They put registration in the little off-to-the-side room the underpopulated dance was always held in. And the line was almost nonexistent. bunny_hugger was through instantly. I ... got stuck behind people who were having some extremely complicated problem, which isn't exactly something you can blame the preregistration desk for. But we were there and set for the too-early start of my first panel.

Trivia: As King of Britain, George III had twelve Lords of the Bedchamber, who were required to attend court only one month in the year. They, and their assistant Grooms of the Bedchamber, received £1,000 pa. So did the eight members of the Board of Green Cloth, which had few duties at that point. Source: George III, Christopher Hibbert. (Wikipedia indicates the Board of Green Cloth was named for the green baize tablecloth on the table at which members sat, and that it was only abolished in 2004.)

Currently Reading: Pictorial Lansing: Great City on the Grand, Helen E Grainger.