Genghis

ConDFW

GODDAMNIT!

Motherfuckingasshollicking diary just lost my entire fucking entry. Shit!

Ok, short, short version of what I wrote: Christmas sucked. Stuck with parental units. Dog was drunk. Semester's boring. Class is dumb. I might graduate. Fuck the world.

The only thing I feel needs to be covered in-depth is Jason. Little player had two dates for Valentine's Day. Not sure who the first one was, but Beecher dragged me to see the second one. He was out with Snack. I could have *sworn* I had instilled him with better taste in women than that. Skanky whore.

Fuck. I need a drink. hang on, I'm going to the bar.

Ok. Drink makes me happier.

I'm at a science fiction convention at the moment up in Dallas, TX. Some little first year convention called ConDFW. It's ok. Beecher's hitting on the bartender chick. Go figure. She's watering down his drinks trying to get him to leave. His tab is approaching $150 and he hasn't noticed that he's still mostly sober for having had so much "alcohol." Dummy.

He's been alternating between hitting on the bar wench and this very squeeky and bouncing bit of girl called Kelly. She's up here with a group from her university. Cepheid Variable from Texas A&M. Talk about a group of dysfunctional, maladjusted, anti-social weirdos, my god. They came in a group, they go everywhere in a group, and cling together like baby spidermonkeys hang onto their mother's tits.

Kelly's no different, but she seems to have taken the role of the aforementioned spidermonkey mother. She's the one deciding where they eat, what they're doing, where they're going, etc. She's the brains behind the gaggle of freaks. She's also quite cute. Perhaps not the cutest of the bunch, but still very sleek, in that otter kindda way. I like otters. That didn't come out right. She's cute, but not in that standard cute way. Sorta like a wild animal cute way.

Ok, forget that. Just ignore that last paragraph. She's cute. Let's leave it at that. I've been talking to her a while, and she's really cool. Sorta hyper, though. She's really ticklish, and tends to squeek when you poke her. Beecher had no end of fun with that earlier today. I'm going to see if she'd like to join me for dinner this evening. If I can drag her away from the rest of those freaky little spidermonkey Cepheids.

I had a little fun with the dealers earlier. One of the dealers who was selling comic books tried to over-charge me on a book I bought from him. I finally gave up arguing, bought the book, then went down the street to an adult book shop we passed on the drive in. Jason Middleton, the Dealer's Room director, was less than amused to find one of his dealers selling copies of Hog Tied Bitches in between copies of Fantastic Four and Spider-Man. I don't think that dealer will be back again next year.

There's a panel in about 15 minutes on how to start your own gaming company. This should be good for a few laughs. I can just imaging it now: A bunch of middle-aged, overweight geeks who got tired of the available games getting together and creating their own half-assed game. Just because you sold a copy to your friend in the Peace Corps in Guatemala does not make you international. Heckling these bozos should be really easy and entertaining.

Gotta go. Jason's bitching about me having stolen his turn at the computer. Hey, any guy who would take Snack on a date for Valentine's can suck it up and wait.

In fact, I think I'll make him wait. I wonder if this hotel's computer system is adequately protected against intrusion from someone on their DHCP network.

Damn, it is. Well, it's protected well enough from cursory inspection, anyway. A more determined hacker might be able to do something, but I have a panel in 3 minutes I need to heckle at. Not worth it.

Posted by genghis at February 23, 2002 02:55 PM