logomancer | Friday (Reply)

Today, unlike most of the past week, was something of an interesting day, so I wish to post.

Woke up around 9, got my lazy carcass out of bed around 10ish. Goofed around for a bit on the Internet, then went towards the bus to Wal-Mart at about 11 to find cooling equipment for the dorm. I saw an article on the EPA ruling that CO₂ wasn't a pollutant and thus shouldn't be regulated. That cheesed me off enough to call up robertliguori about it and rant. It ran out of steam past the second sentence. But he reminded me that OOP was at 12:20 (not 14:00 as I thought then), so I ended up not going to Wal-Mart. Got back to the dorm, grabbed my laptop, and went to OOP.

OOP was a bit of a review. Not much to tell. When it let out, I got lunch and headed back to the dorm, where I promptly took my stuff and went to Showcase. I decided to work for VTSFFC, which let me get one of the new shirts first. I then was made to cut out our info cards for the booth. After that, I was assigned (in my l33t black VTSFFC shirt and my Darth Maul lightsabre) to distribute information to the people going around showcase. Not a hard task, but a tiring one. I leftt at 5:30 to go to dinner, then came back until the bitter end.

A few things of note did happen, however. I got back an umbrella I left here last year. I met Andrea from SCA, as well as all the Rocky Horror people we shared a table with. I got the evil eye from a priest (with collar and everything) -- I think he had lightsabre envy. Oh, and one of the people I know from Amnesty International, when I handed him a VTSFFC flyer, said, "No way, man. They have furries in their group...Fuck furries!" This makes me sad. Here is a (supposedly) progressive guy -- hell, he's an anarchist, for cryin' out loud -- talking smack about furries. That's just wrong. But, I imagine it's typical for the fandom to be derived like that. It has, however, solidified my decision to leave Amnesty. I like the organization's ideals, but the people in it aren't friendly to me, and I feel that they look down my nose of me for who I am. Thanks, but no thanks. At least the (VTSFFC && SOAP && Spiel && VTAS) people treat me with respect and, at the very least, tolerance.

Not like I'll have time for them, anyway -- near the end of the day, the SGA president showed up to talk about SGA House, and I introduced myself as the VTSFFC rep, and he gave me the details of their first meeting. Since they meet on Tuesday evenings, that just about kills any chance of me going to Amnesty meetings. After that, I went to the Spiel table for a few minutes, while nixve and Adam discussed whether or not they'd be finding Jesus in a pizza box (see nixve's recent post). That turned into a discussion about religion, then schools, then Boy Scouts, then politics. And then I was needed again.

I then went to the SOAP gathering. Food was served, things were discussed, events were planned, and people were quoted (by me -- quotes to come September). We discussed getting a new SOAP T-shirt. The group was amenable, and discussed the possibility of using an expanded version of a piece of art nviiibrown drew at Anthrocon which featured all the members in their furry forms. Which means that I, by general mandate, must have a furry form by the time they're ready to do the T-shirt thing. I never really considered the question of what animal I would most be like -- indeed, I joined the club out of curiosity, never left it, and thought I could coast by as a "furry sympathizer" -- but now it seems, like Neo in the Matrix, that I must make a choice. Whoa. This will require a good deal of thought, some soul-searching, and a copious amount of rectal extraction. Hopefully, I'll come up with something before the rest of the group wreaks havoc on me.

I got back to campus on time to see Orgazmo, put on by the Rocky Horror Fan Club. I don't want to spoil it, but it was a hoot. A raunchy hoot, but, hey, it's the Rocky Horror Fan Club! There was a nifty part involving a bunch of Agent Smiths.No more will be said here.

Anyway...I think that's it. I'm hot, tired, and a little dizzy. But I feel like the year's finally started. It's about damn time.