any funny stories while at Anthrocon?
While you were at Anthrocon, was there something that was hilarious or really funny? Dont be afraid to tell me the whole story!
There's nothing to be embarrassed about when it comes to GWAR. They're one of my favorite bands!
Plus, their website runs Drupal, same as us. How cool is that?
I said some were very good, and some were very embarrassing. I decline to say which i consider GWAR.
..I think Tyrrlin ended up with that one. Distribution of those was a bit random and blurry; I know Kagemushi and Caribou ended up with two of the three Vanilla Ice.
I am all for you continuing this tradition in the future and posting a gallery of recipients.
Oh please oh please.
This depends on me getting more dated 90's Rock Star cards, or other such silly things.
..not impossible, though. Anyone who does still have theirs, feel free to post a pic wearing it. 
by the way, dudes dig the hat, too.
mrrrrrrrrowl.
no i'm totally kidding but seriously make me a damn sandwich.
Everyone digs the hat.
*fixes you up a Cobra BLT*
A BLT with a deadly snake in it - creative.
Mongoose cuisine *can* be a little one-dimensional, I'm the first to admit..
in b4 'what about wine!'
Mongoose cuisine *can* be a little one-dimensional...
Oh, I don't know -
What with: baked cobra, Kentucky-fried cobra, Swiss-fried cobra, cobra schnitzel, cobra fricassee, cobra stew, cobra tartare, brandied cobra, cobra flambe, cobra foster, cobra almondine, chili con cobra, arroz con cobra, cobrawurst, pineapple upside-down cobra, beer-battered cobra, sherried cobra, cobra jerky, curried cobra, tamburi cobra, cobra-in-a-blanket, cobra in mushroom sauce, cobra mousse, french cobra, cobra custard, pickled or corned cobra, cobra 'n beans, cobra alfredo, "Flared Hood Surprise", cobra-on-a-stick, cobra 'n cheese casserole, cobra-fu-young, and fried cobra rings...
What could possibly be more _versatile_ than cobra?
Cobra - think of it as the Scaled Chicken of Asia...or "Land Calimari"...which spits venom, and can kill with its bite in seconds...
Let's not forgot about the coburritos, moo goo gai cobra with slivered almonds, and the classic Cobra Helper®.
...Well, I did forget about Cobra con Queso...
Vulpes, how could you forget Cobra Commander?
(Running, ducking for cover...)
I do not believe that the kitchen staff at my favorite mongoose-cuisine restaurant have ever put such a dish up on the menu board...perhaps it is only available by special request?
That restaurant, by the way - is the CobraCabana.
*stands defiantly pat, and unrepentant*
»That restaurant, by the way - is the CobraCabana.«
I must say, Bravo!
Just remember. You *asked* for this.
o/~ Nagaina, she was a Cobra
With green scales in her tail and a hood that she could flare
She'd coil tightly and bite with venom
And while she hypnotized with words, Nag would chase the weaverbirds
Across the garden floor, slithered from eight to four
They were snakes and they had each other
Who could ask for more?
At the Cobra, Cobracabana
In the garden outside the veranda
At the Cobra, Cobracabana
Coiling and hissing would never be missing
At the Cobra.... they fell in love
His name was Rikki, he was a mongoose
And though he was nearly drowned, he managed to come around
The humans fed him, he talked to Chua
Nagaina struck to late, and just for kicks he ate Karait
Nag got beaten by Rik, for he was just to quick
He snuck in and broke all the snake eggs
While Darzee played sick
At the Cobra, Cobracabana
Nagaina won't end up a grandma
At the Cobra, Cobracabana
Coiling and hissing, but Nag is now missing
At the Cobra.... help! it's the fuzz!
Nagaina, she was a Cobra
But Rikki tricked her underground, in the tunnel she'd be found
Now it's a garden, patrolled by mongoose
Safe for humans and for birds, and Darzee would sing the words
Rikki-tikki-favi, stopped serpent cruelty,
to Darzee, Chua, the mother and father,
and of course Teddy
At the Cobra, Cobracabana
Rikki's lunching on half a banana
At the Cobra, Cobracabana
Snake are now missing, and Rikki is wishing
For a Cobra.... to eat for luuuuuunch! o/~
Wow, my compliments! Did you just write that for this post or is that something you've had for a while? I just now had a thought that you should karaoke that at next year's Masquerade!
Just written on the spur of the moment, ayup. 
...And a brilliant response, I must say!
Have you considered opening your own club/cafe?
You could call it Kipling's...
...Or Kipling's Cafe Mongoose, with either a Bombay or "Raffles" theme.
"i'll just have the cobra de joure, thank you very much."
just goes to show you exactly what goes on inside a mongoose's head.
some pretty scary stuff in there!
(btw, my class recently read rikki-tikki, it was a decent read but i dont plan on readin it again. only one book has ever received that honor: the phantom toll booth.)
I've read Rikki-Tikki-Tavi over a dozen times, even once in Esperanto, and seen both the Chuck Jones and the Russian animated versions of it. It is a story of great personal significance, and major part in why I play a mongoose to this day.
I don't expect everyone to be as obsessed as me about it, though.
--Chi
one of these days i really should ask giza if there is some sort of limit to how small these boxes can get, or if they can decrease in size exponentialy.
i remember when i read my first orson scott card book, ender's game, i thought i was going to spend a good portion of my life looking for the rest of the series. it seemed that the series is so old that all remaining copies have been scattered willy nilly all across the continent! then i got hold of one of his books where the entire first 3 chapters take place in the cabin of a spaceship, and revolves around the conversation of 2 characters. it was then i realized he was a bit too long winded for me, and so now i prefer to read somewhat shorter books.
i wonder if there's any sort of kinship between orson scott card and vulpes rex?
The direct sequels to Ender's Game (Speaker for the Dead, Xenocide, and Children of the mind), while all good books, have a very different tone and focus than Ender's Game.
I would recommend you instead seek out the companion "Shadow" series which focuses on Bean. These books are much more in-tune with the original Ender's Game. In order, you have Ender's Shadow, Shadow of the Hegemon, Shadow Puppets, and Shadow of the Giant.
Hope you enjoy! :>
I have an autographed copy of "Children of the Mind"! Orson Card is a really cool guy.
The books I used to read over and over were the Richard Scarry series of books. Apparently I was a furry fan from a very young age!
My parents hid "The Poky Little Puppy" on me, so they wouldn't have to read it to me AGAIN.
Mine got so sick of reading _The april rabbits_ that they started making up new animals and months.
I bought some of those in the day! I had MC Hammer, Vanilla Ice, and even Motley Crue! I know who Bell Biv Devoe are, and I'm a downright pasty fellow.
I have one that was particularly funny; to me, at least. XD
When I have my fursuit on (a shoebill partial) I look completely androgynous. You'd have to feel out my 'lovely lady lumps' to know that there was anything there (not that I'd want you to). ANYway..
I was dancing my feathered butt off during the Friday night dance, and sometime during it, a young man wanders (sashays?) up to me and says, "Hey, I like your dancing!"
I respond with a very girly sounding "Thanks!" in return.
He stops in his tracks and blurts, "Oh, you're a girl?"
I wonder what would have happened if I merely squawked in return..>.>?
A rabbit, a fox and an aardvark walk into a bar... (Sorry, couldn't resist.)
To show the kind of folks furries really are, I offer the following: one of the men's rooms at the convention center had a broken sign. One of the legs on the image was broken off and missing. I was hobbling in on a cane and another guy started in as well. I made a joke that, by the appearances of the sign, this restroom was for handicapped only. He immediately started to limp...
Well, nearing the end of the convention I was in teh zoo, and met a whole table of hoofers! I was quite excited and spoke with EC Major a bit before sitting down next to a woman known as AstraV. We got to talking, and we had a bit of an entertaining time, I told her my first con was to look for anthro horse art! She told me she DID anthro horse art, and offered to make me a sketch. So without a sketchbook, I looked around the table, grabbed a sharpie and handed it to her and said something along the lines of, well you can draw on me then! So a single horse went on my arm. Then we decided, that CERTAINLY isn't enough, so a herd was added, and tehn we got into a bit of a brainstorm, where "What would happen if these were sleeve tattoos" came up.
To make a long story short, My hands, fingers, wrists, arms, shoulders, ribs, back, abdomen and neck were slathered in about 75 different depictions of horses all in sharpie all over my body. ^ ^ That was a GREAT time.
I think I remember that! If I recall correctly I stopped by that table as well. How long did the sharpie last before it all got washed away?
Your roommates pulling the key card out of the slot while you're in the bathroom.
As my friends and roomies have demonstrated, any vaguely rectangular object works just as well. Even a cutout from a sheet of printer paper, except no one will accidentally pull that out of the slot to take it with them so they can get back in.
You forget that there is a certain amount of entertainment value involved in pulling the rectangular object out of the slot while the roommates are in the bathroom. 
I wouldn't know from experience. :> However, your point stands.
I don't know if you'd really call this hilarious, but I guess it's a matter of perspective. I was fortunate enough to get a room on only the 8th floor of the Westin, so out of desire to push myself and benefit from the exercise I took the stairs nearly every time I went to or from the room. I can't remember if it was Wednesday night or Thursday night, but at one time I was running up the stairs again and my legs started to cramp up by about the 5th floor. I figured it wouldn't be all that bad and pressed on. By the 7th floor I could barely climb the stairs, and by the 8th floor I almost couldn't stand up. Once in my room I left all my stuff on the bed, dropped to the floor, and crawled to the bathroom, which was my initial reason for returning to the room. Hilarious!
Well, the trouble is that most of my Anthrocon stories nowadays seem to end in "And then we let him Register for Anthrocon." or "And then we didn't Let him in to Anthrocon."; and these don;t travel well beyond the Registration staff.
But, this year there was one thing....
About three weeks prior to Anthrocon, I was at my local comic book shop, clearing out comics so I wouldn't double-buy anything while at the con. And at the register, the owner game me a back of "Music Stars" collectible cards. Old things from the mid 90's, just for free. "Tryin' to get rid of them!" I open a pack, and it's a fairly solid range of mid-90's rock, rap.. and there's Michael Bolton in there.
Then comes the idea. "I'll take ten of these."
So, in the weeks before Anthrocon, I laminate these cards, and hole-punch 'em. Not just any cards, no. Selected ones. The very good. The very embarrassing. Gwar, Run DMC, Vanilla Ice. And these come with me to the con.. and are given out rather randomly to people for whom I find it fitting.
Among those.. Jim Groat. And Michael Bolton was the perfect horrible choice for Jim, of course. As I spotted him, with a pile of these rock badges in my pocket, I said "Jim, hold up, i have something for you." I clip the badge onto his shirt, and immediately turn, pivot, and walk away. I get about ten steps before I hear "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??" from behind me in his signature voice.
And then I see the badge flying past me, over my head.
Also fun was giving Bell Biv Devoe to Fossil, whose reply was "Wait, what? Bell Biv Devoe? Why did I.. it's because I'm *black*, isn't it?"
My response: "No, it's because you know who Bell Biv Devoe is. ... which is because you're black, yeah." Much giggling ensued.
--Chi