Duster Dawnhorse

It's been a while since I have used anything other than Photoshop, so I decided to challenge myself and restrict myself only to MSPaint for one piece. This is the result. Everything including the background was done entirely in MSPaint. I might give this a go again when I have the time to spare.

They opened registration at about 5-6 PM if memory serves me right. Very late afternoon almost night.

Incensey smells. Patchouli, dragon's blood, nag champa, sandalwood, that kind of thing. I wear solid perfume with those scents a lot so if you get close to me you can usually pick up a hint of incense. Florals I love hyacinth, gardenia, wysteria, and jasmine. Roses are pretty good too, I remember going through my mom's rose garden and just sniffing all of them.

Southern California has two seasons instead of four. Wet and dry. March through October/November is dry, October/November to February is wet. Wet season it's usually in the 50s at the lowest, usually 60s. Dry can go anywhere from mid 70s to breaking 100 in the summer months. This week's been super weird as it's in the 80s all next week. That's gonna be fun.

My host family from when I studied abroad in Japan. I was lucky to get the set-up I got; widowed mother, her son, her son's wife, and their dog. The son's wife took care of me the most and I still remember her kindness.

I'd grow a backbone and be more assertive. I just bend under pressure and I'd rather have a spine.

I'll be there all three days plus Thursday and Monday. I'm probably not gonna be able to make any meetups because con artists are legally required to be chained to their tables, but y'all can come to me!

One of my coworkers at my old job was not the brightest crayon in the box. Aside from selling her car to her boyfriend who had his license taken away for two DUIs, she never changed the name on the title so she whined she couldn't get to work because her car got impounded. Because aforementioned DUI boyfriend got pulled over for speeding. Her crowning moment of stupid was during our lunch break when we were just hanging around. She's eating some take-out Chinese and suddenly she looks up at me with a look of sheer horror. She then asks me, all all seriousness... "Does beef come from pigs?!" I laughed. I thought she was kidding. She wasn't. Later she gave me one of her lunches with a label "BBQ PORK RIBS" because she didn't know pork came from pigs. I don't know how people like that survive. EDIT: Oh, and as a seasoned museum-goer. Dear idiot teenagers at museums, Stop going to every display and going "OMG IS THAT REAL." It's a bleeping museum. They did not hand craft pinned butterflies to mess with your sense of reality. And asking that question fifty times does not make it less stupid. No love, Museum nerd

That's my plan to survive tabling! Well, a combo of Coke, turkey jerky, and green tea and honey. If you find yourself losing your voice or just sore/scratchy throat, drink green tea with honey. It's pretty magical for that (and a must-have for my post-con recuperation kit!) I'm coming up from Los Angeles and probably fretting over everything on the way there. It's just what I do, I fret. Sample: did I pack everything for my dog's stay at mom's, did I pack everything for my panel, oh god where's my fuzzy socks, which travel mug should I bring, ALL MY PLUSHIES DON'T FIT PUSH HARDER.

I dunno how you guys can party after a plane ride. Maybe I'm just fragile. Me? Gonna check in, set up shop, then promptly fall asleep once they kick us out for the night.

Pokemon Shuffle. I'm addicted but also frustrated by the freemium crap someone help.

I'm still terrified of needles. If I don't have my iPod and my phone/DS to keep my occupied while I get a shot, I faint.

Police department. Aside from New York probably really high up on the list of "police departments not to mess with."

Hey remember last year when a bunch of you guys stayed up past your bedtime to read a terrible fan story about a man's torrid Maury-esque love affair with cartoon horses in front of other people? That was fun. SO WE'RE DOING IT AGAIN WITH SWAG. Myself and TGYR will be back to present Read it and Weep: Bad Fanfic Reading at BABSCon this year for the second time! This time we'll be giving away prizes for categories that we make up as we go along. Prizes vary from awesome pony swag to terrible books we found at a used bookstore bargain bin so take a chance, the risk is half the fun! Now that the boring part is over, you're probably wondering how this panel works? It all relies on audience participation. Everyone who wants to read lines up and reads the fanfic in any way they like until one of the following things happen. 1. You laugh. 2. You pause too long in sheer confusion. 3. Your five minute cap is up and you have to share. Of course your turn isn't limited to just one so take as many cracks as you like! Repeat readers welcome. (And if I recall correctly we did have one brave reader go three times!) So now you're asking what fanfic did we bring? Wellll it's the same one as last year. But the audience gets to make a decision! Pick up where we left off or start from the very beginning? The choice is yours and yours alone! See you in SanFran in like what, two weeks? Whatever it is it's not soon enough!

I have a doggie. His name is Gatsby and he's a corgi mix. Soon he'll be put through the Canine Good Citizenship test to get him CGC certification, which is a requirement of a lot of therapy programs. He's been in training both by me and other trainers to become a therapy dog since I adopted him exactly a year ago today. He's visited a memory care center and a convalescent home and they adore him. If only he'd stop recoiling from strangers. He's also an expert at chilling out like a bro.

Despite the fact that if you strip away what the two groups are fans of and just leave the social structure, they pretty much have the same stigma. At this point the fight between bronies and furries is like the pot and the kettle making hang-up calls to each other.

Pokemon Shuffle. The freemium crap is so infuriating but I can't stop playing. When I get enough hearts.

Finally finished all the keychains! Each chain is assembled by hand and color coded to each pony. All in all, we'll have nearly 50 ponies to pick from! For transport all the keychains are put on a cloth strip and bunched up in a ball. And here they all are laid out!

I'll have some preview pics of the aforementioned keychains on my Twitter in a bit. It's a little crazy. I may have to bring the Poniverse person some gifts to tide them over!