|04:28 pm - Feral 2006|
So, before I manage to forget everything that happened at Feral this year, here's a brief synopsis.
Herc arrived 2 days before we left, Bluefists arrived 2 nights night before we left, in the middle of the night. The day before we left Herc and my roomie Wuff headed into the big city to do nifty things, while Bluefists and I waited for lost luggage to show up, and then bounced around town to get supplies. My aircon had failed on my Saturn (still not fixed) so that was a slight annoyance. Seether and Cinderwolf arrived the night before we left and drove up. We stayed up until about 3am trying to get various things fixed with Hercs laptops. I realised yet again that Macs annoy me.
The day of the con we had a bit of a late start (for furries? unheard of, I know) We got on the road just in time to make it to an intersection where an accident was taking place. I managed to not see a thing, but my friends had to swerve and dodge to avoid getting schmucked. That's a whole lot of not fun. Long drive up, stopped off to pick up Bryon's laser box on the way, and bought myself 2 new fleece tops since I had managed to forget my sweaters and the weather was gonna be cool and drizzly. The first night of the con I was pretty tired already, and that state of being would not change much for the con's duration.
As typical for someone who's been to the con 9 times I didn't go to many workshops, though the origami one looked really neat. I wanted to get out and row around on the lake but I managed to not find time for that either. I did manage to find time to stay up til about 3am every single night I was there, and yet I still got up for breakfast. Please do not ask me how I do this, for I do not know.
The improv workshop was fun, as usual. The campfire singalong (sans campfire, indoors, easlier on) were both much fun. We sang "Puff the Magic Dragon" to a small human, without which her upbringing would be sorely lacking. I also managed to get plenty of folks singing along with "YMCA", even though none of us could remember the second verse particularly well. Hopefully Bungee will send me a clip of that performance.
It was great to see my old buddy 2 again. We have known each other for ages and ages and arguably neither of us are the person we were when we first got to know each other. Life is weird that way, eh? I managed to forget the present I bought him, so I'm also an idiot. I plead temporary insanity. We hung out with some folks on the cabin deck by the lake and had a fine time. After he went to crash I stayed up with Nixi and Fuzzmonster and Verec and others.. and I channelled Mitch Hedburgh for at least 5 minutes.. this whole bizarrely funnny stream of consciousness thing about rye bread and who knows what else.
The final full day of Feral is always a busy day for me. Last year and this year I put together my Feral Amazing Tribal Race Challenge thing, which involves teams runing around doing various tasks as quick as possible. About 50 people participated and all seemed to have a good time. This year in lieu of stale popcorn (and as a matter of grand apology for it) I brought marshmallows and graham crackers and solid chocolate bunnies from last easter (kept in my freezer) and FORCED people to make S'mores and devour them. Mmm. I had a sudden brilliant idea to make people walk around like zombies, so of course I got Uncle Kage to officiate that one. I believe he experienced great glee making people shamble and groan and eat brains.
Not long after that whole mess, I MC the cabin skits. I started doing this gig a few years ago and generally people enjoy the way I handle the crowd.. I think. I really have no idea. Nobody cries or gets hurt, usually, so that's good. This year we instituted a time limit on skits, and generally speaking people were able to get their skits done in time.. except for the artsy girls cabin who always manage to come up with a HUGE multi-part skit. I really hated to cut them short but if I didn't I would look like a dork. (Girls, I must see the rest of the skit sometime.) My cabin's skit actually came in second, so that was cool.. "10 shorts skits" can be better than 1 long one, it seems.
For the process of judging the cabin skits there is much interaction with the audience. This year, part of the interaction of the cabin skit judging involved me beaning a camper in the face with a tennis ball and bending his glasses out of shape. Trust me, I had no intention on hitting him in the face. However, I -did- totally bean a camper in the face with a tennis ball, in front of 150 people, with cameras rolling. Depending on how the world works this may be the only thing I'm ever known for. Let's hope not though.
The musician's circle (outside on the last night) was quite nice, with the stars overhead. Aeric and I played some Bedhouin Soundclash and Halex and I and some others played a bunch of Floyd. Wotan and I played The Feral Song, as per tradition.
The Dance was ultrafun, as per usual. Due to scheduling snafuage Branwyn started, followed by 1 half hour of Potoroo, and then myself. I laid down my usual bevvy of 80's remixes and dancepop and generally people liked it. Halex came after me and did a great job too. Bluefists spun vinyl, though the floors were springy and his needle kept skipping. I don't know how we're going to address this for next year, but hopefully it won't be as much of a problem. Spining vinyl is still ultracool.
So, um, yeah, holy crap that was a LOT of fun. Let's do it again next year, ok?