Jasmine
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Another year of Dragon*Con has come and gone. I think I have mostly recovered, now. Though I still haven’t completely unpacked.
(What is D*Con? I refer you to last year’s post, or to a currently popular video .)
What was new this year, for me? New people, as always. (Tiny, drunk lesbians. Impossibly sweet, little, Indian woman. The lady with the most awesome job ever. “Don’t panic” girl.) And dancing each night until 6am. (Well… white guy “dancing”). Hearing Bruce Schneier, Alice Cooper, James Randi, Anthony Michael Hall, Billy West, and David Prowse speak. Nothing really special from the vendors this year… a couple pins and some pieces of art. Though there was an awesome gift for a friend, found in the artists’ alley.
As always, the real enjoyment for me is relaxing with friends and taking pictures.
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Wonderful night out with friends… well… most of the second half of last week. Thursday was the Die Antwoord concert I’d been waiting for. Friday I got out of the house as needed, and ended up bar hopping on H Street with friends and catching a Burlesque Show at the Red Palace. (Ran into Katie, from the Derby… very nice to see her again).
Saturday was the housewarming for Eldridge. He has a wonderful new place out in the woods of suburban MD. There was fire, watermelon decapitation, lightsaber fights with hawt chicks, and plenty of barbecued meat. Rounded out the night sitting on the roof with awesome friends, watching the party dwindle down below.
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Mo quoted last night, “Everyone is experiencing the worst thing in the history of the world.”
…Until you talk to someone else and find out what their worst thing is.
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Saw another Since Antarctica show out at Fat Tuesday’s. Wonderful time. The music was, of course, awesome. The hipsters were a bit much, bouncing in front of me every time I went to take a photo. Amanda (sparklypoof) thoughtfully offered to kick their ass, for me, though.
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Why yes I do lead a quiet, monastic life of solitude, contemplation, and self-sacrifice. Why do you ask?
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This is one of those sets of images I come back to every so often, when I’ve learned new things. I try new things, see if I’m any better than I was, with my tools. Yeah I like this much better. But she was still pretty awesome to begin with.

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Did a photoshoot on Sunday with Daria. Probably won’t release much from it until her project is done, though.
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2011: my year in photos. same criteria as always, which is just about anything. Some are meaningful, some are pretty, some are interesting, some…
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At Pennsic, the parties apparently used to be much more diverse, and, well, weird. But with age and success, things seem to homogenize. You can basically be assured of a bar, a drum circle, and fire demonstrations of some kind. This picture came from Vlad’s camp, the night of the slave auction, I think.
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Seen as I walked off the Metro (subway) on the way home tonight.
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A year ago tonight I met this wonderful woman. And now my life has changed in many ways, and I love her more all the time.

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