Dragon Con 2009 - Monday
Sep. 9th, 2009 06:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
square_root_of_piThis year, we decided to stay until Tuesday. Our normal, "wake up, pack up, check out, park car, go back to con and enjoy until closing ceremonies" plan did not apply.
I have to admit, This last day of con was a lot more relaxing and had less hinting of the impending "post con depression".
Monday's schedule was simple. Hit up Comic & Artist Alley and the dealers' rooms one last time before spending the rest of the day watching Robot Battles.
The dealers' rooms were abuzz with last minute activity. I hit up the Chessex table one last time and purchase a giant set of dice and a couple of crooked d6s.
I stopped by a table giving away books and walked away with "Awakening The Beast: A Collection of Six Sexy Bites" published by Silhouette Nocturne. I met Caridad Pineiro, one of the authors, and now have the mission to read her work. If her writing is as good as the description of her storylines, it should be a fun mission.
I picked up a copy of her book, Fury Calls.
After that, I headed over to Comics & Artist Alley.
Being the last day of con, the comics artists were beat. As one of the staff went around, informing the artists that the alley would close an hour earlier, most if not all proclaimed with a burst of joyful energy.
After one last walk through checking out artists, picking up business cards, I headed upstairs to watch the rest of Robot Battles.
Robot Battles is exactly what it sounds like. People, generally engineers with MIT degrees build robots and fight. Objective? Officially, whoever gets knocked off first, loses that particular fight. Unofficially, create as much robot carnage as possible.
As you watch this event, you feel like you are in a gladiator's arena. The start of each round begins when the audiences bellows, "FIGHT!". Even though the fighters lack flesh and blood and emotions, I cringe and worry for my favourites safety.
I tend to be alone, as my fellow viewers are thirsty for metal shavings, slashed tires, and broken antennae.
Once the battle was over, Jonathan and I met up. He was talking to the emcee.
Apparently, it is a small geek world. The emcee went to Florida State University and was a student of Jonathan's father. This of course cued the awkward moment where the emcee asks how the professor is doing, and Jonathan has to inform him that he's been dead for seven years.
After that, we headed back to our hotel to get ready for dinner with the Atlanta branch of my family.
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Tuesday's Plans
*Check out of hotel
* Hit up Lenox Mall's LUSH store
*Eat at The Varsity
*Home
I have to admit, This last day of con was a lot more relaxing and had less hinting of the impending "post con depression".
Monday's schedule was simple. Hit up Comic & Artist Alley and the dealers' rooms one last time before spending the rest of the day watching Robot Battles.
The dealers' rooms were abuzz with last minute activity. I hit up the Chessex table one last time and purchase a giant set of dice and a couple of crooked d6s.
I stopped by a table giving away books and walked away with "Awakening The Beast: A Collection of Six Sexy Bites" published by Silhouette Nocturne. I met Caridad Pineiro, one of the authors, and now have the mission to read her work. If her writing is as good as the description of her storylines, it should be a fun mission.
I picked up a copy of her book, Fury Calls.
After that, I headed over to Comics & Artist Alley.
Being the last day of con, the comics artists were beat. As one of the staff went around, informing the artists that the alley would close an hour earlier, most if not all proclaimed with a burst of joyful energy.
After one last walk through checking out artists, picking up business cards, I headed upstairs to watch the rest of Robot Battles.
Robot Battles is exactly what it sounds like. People, generally engineers with MIT degrees build robots and fight. Objective? Officially, whoever gets knocked off first, loses that particular fight. Unofficially, create as much robot carnage as possible.
As you watch this event, you feel like you are in a gladiator's arena. The start of each round begins when the audiences bellows, "FIGHT!". Even though the fighters lack flesh and blood and emotions, I cringe and worry for my favourites safety.
I tend to be alone, as my fellow viewers are thirsty for metal shavings, slashed tires, and broken antennae.
Once the battle was over, Jonathan and I met up. He was talking to the emcee.
Apparently, it is a small geek world. The emcee went to Florida State University and was a student of Jonathan's father. This of course cued the awkward moment where the emcee asks how the professor is doing, and Jonathan has to inform him that he's been dead for seven years.
After that, we headed back to our hotel to get ready for dinner with the Atlanta branch of my family.
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Tuesday's Plans
*Check out of hotel
* Hit up Lenox Mall's LUSH store
*Eat at The Varsity
*Home
