June 29th, 2017

krazy koati

And one thing I know is true

I signed up to run three panels at the convention and the first one turned out to be at an awful hour. It was the one potentially most fun and for which I was least qualified to run, too, the Puppeteering panel. It was set for Saturday at 10:30 am. It turns out the convention was running pretty near maximum capacity for its panel space, if you consider the half-hour break between events in the same room as necessary. (It's at least somewhat necessary. Maybe 15 minutes would be possible, but I wouldn't want to tell someone they're running an event at 10:15.) But the Puppeteering panel at Motor City Fur[ry] Con went surprisingly well considering, and what might be different here?

Well, a smaller crowd, which was surely the fault of the hour. Also, and terrifying: some real actual competent puppeteers showed up. They were a pair who had been part of some local puppeteering workshop that did shows at schools and camps in their area, and they'd inherited the workshop stock when the group dissolved. So I did my best to just ask them questions about the stuff they did. To our delight they brought a bunch of their puppets, some of them quite fun and novel, and let us play with them. The most exciting: a couple of foam-rubber wireframe figures that you could just look at and see the slightly-exotic High Art or Deep Weird segment Jim Henson would have done with them on The Muppet Show. I could take being outclassed by such as those. They had to leave early and that sort of broke up the panel, although it staggered on a while with me trying to be a gracious enough host. As an event of my acting organized, it was lesser than Motor City Fur[ry] Con. As a chance to see some great puppets, it was better.

AnthrOhio's con charity this year, as last, was the Ohio House Rabbit Rescue. We're happy with this, especially since they brought in a string of rabbits to show off on the hotel patio. (Pets weren't allowed inside, even for the con charity, and yes, everyone who hears about this snickers.) We would stop outside now and then to see what rabbits were there, and to pet their heads if they were willing, and to mention the Bunnies SIG set for Sunday afternoon.

And then the big event, the centerpiece of every convention's Saturday: the Fursuit Parade! And the last one at the Holiday Inn Worthington, barring a major change of plans. I thought long about where to set my camera up and figured the same place as I always go, although that was foiled. The plant I'd hidden behind last year --- letting me not be in anybody's way --- was gone. Also they changed the route a little, removing the march through the Dealer's Den and what this year was Hospitality, and also removing the bit where I could have photographed the parade from two stages.

bunny_hugger's plans to rest in the back of the group, there to spend less time milling around waiting for the group photo to be taken, was also foiled. She got put in the middle of the pack and just behind someone with a loudspeaker that drew attention and left her invisible. Plus the parade route, this year, took people out a side of the hotel they've never used before, and the directing of fursuiters to the group photo location wasn't so clear. She ultimately gave up on waiting and went got un-suited, never knowing that the group photos were done in the parking lot in back of the hotel rather than by the patio between the hotel's two wings, their traditional location. So she fumed, a while, about missing the last group photo at the spot.

Meanwhile at the photo PunkCat, in his loudmouth raccoon costume, noticed the hotel's dumpster, which was almost empty but did have some of the many, many empty pizza boxes in it. So he dove into his part and didn't do much to elevate the reputation of raccoons. Made for some funny moments, though.

Trivia: In the first ten months after the 1956 Interstate act became law the federal Bureau of Public Roads allocated $321 million to the states for real estate acquisition. Something like 750,000 properties would be needed for the first stage. Source: The Big Roads: The Untold Story of the Engineers, Visionairies, and Trailbazers who Created the American Superhighways, Earl Swift.

Currently Reading: The Emerald City of Oz, L Frank Baum.