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Greetings, inefficiently designed fleshinglings. I, the glorious Eternal Destron Emperor of Destruction for Life Asswipe Shrapnel, am going to be going to the worlds largest Transvestite Transformers contrivance convention: BotCon '13, which is being held in Whale's Vagina San Diego, Cauliflower California. I tell you this, and bring to you this thread, because I feel the compulsorily need to share every excruciatingly, painfully awesome detail share every excruciatingly, painfully awesome detail that happens at BotCon. Ever I was a small human Smeet, my dream was to "GO TO BOTCON" like a Slorbees passes her young: Jiggly, and full of juice.

Thus, when I arrive in Whales Vagina in approximately... next Tuesday, I will keep an ongoing log of the happenings at Fribblefrabble-blee.

Until then, whatever the hell the Norwegian word for "See you later with a fish up my raped nostril" is.

GREETINGS, HORRIBLE FLESH BEASTS,

Tomorrow, me, myself, and I are going to San Diego. The convention doesn't start until Thursday, though, so I will be going around causing trouble until then. Maybe go to the zoo or hit the beach, or laugh at people who talk funny. It's a whole new world of fun!

Anyway, this thread won't be updated until said Thursday, unless I spot Betty Grable, in which case I will update the second I see those gorgeous legs...

Well, I've been I've been in sunny San Diego for at least two days now. The weather is hot, my socks have melted, and the beast is riding an inbound holiday maker to Essex. The convention hasn't actually started yet, but ticket package pickup starts at 8 pm PST tonight, and the whole thing starts tomorrow.

I will be posting pictures that we've been taking on the trip here when I get home.

That's all for now.

A full update of the seven days of San Diego hell will be forthcoming once I have actually slept for more than three hours.

Some details: BotCon was at the Town and Country Resort, at in this building, and it was from Thurday to Sunday. DarthRabbitt also tagged along. He may chime in if he so wishes.

So, here's what happend:

Day 1: Tuesday

We arrived in San Diego and waited for approximately until all life in the universe died at a car rental place that smelled like every single crime that humanity had committed was placed inside a small box, vigorously shaken, and then shat out through Satan's curdled dick (short story: the place smelled really bad because their plumbing was broken).

Anyway, after finally procuring a rental car, we dicked around until 11 o'clock when we went and checked in at the hotel. That's all I remember of that day, really. I think we may have eaten something, but I can't be sure.

Day 2: Wednesday

Some more dicking around. We went to a small fairground place whose name escapes me at the moment. We also went to Old Town.

Day 3: Thurday, First Day of BotCon

We waited languorously and painfully for six o'clock to roll around, at which point we joined a positively GIANT line for admittance to the Club Store, at which a variety of exclusive shit was sold. We bought some stuff, and then left.

Day 4, Friday, Second Day of BotCon

Things begin in earnest. The first thing we do is the MSTF panel, which was hilarious. We then waited around a bit, and went to the exhibitor/sales hall to buy some more shit.

Day 5, Saturday, Third Day of BotCon

We got Jason Jansen's and Wally Burr's autographs. Then we bought more shit at the sales hall. At 8 pm, we played bingo. I played over thirty cards... and didn't win a thing. Boo.

Day 6, Sunday, Last Day of BotCon

We attended a live script reading, which was also hilarious, bought even more shit, and got David Sobolov's and James Horan's autographs.

Day 7, Monday

Monday was more laid back, and we mostly just stayed in the hotel room and rested. We did go to LegoLand though. Or was that Tuesday? Shit, I can't remember. Darth, which day was that again?

Day 8, Tuesday, Last Day in San Diego, LegoLand may have happend

We mostly packed and got ready to leave. We visted Old Town and Belmont Park again. We also saw World War Z, which sucked balls. Then we left for the airport.

There was some drama there, as we had to hustle really fast so as to not miss the plane. We thought the departure time was at 10:50 pm, when in fact it was at 9:50. We nearly missed the plane, and would have, too, if one of the passengers wasn't drunk and/or high out of his tiny little mind, causing the TSA to take him aside a delay take-off for a tiny bit. Thank goodness for breeches of the peace, eh?

Anyway, the flight was a red-eye, so we got back home around 7 am, Wednesday. And that leads us to the present.

It was quite the week, and I'd love to go again, as long as it isn't in San Diego, Dallas, Pasadena, Lake Buena Vista, Pasadena again, Cincinnati, Providence actually, that'd be great if it were held there again, Lexington, Frisco, Rosemont twice, Fort Wayne, Durham, Fort Wayne again, St. Paul, Anaheim, Rochester, Rosemont, Dayton, and Fort Wayne once more.

Why are they almost always held far away in the south or the west?

For those who can't tell, those are all the locations of ever official US Transformers convention since 1994.


And that was BotCon 2013. I wish I could go to BotCon 2014, but I am now offically bankrupt, and have to file for Chapter 7. (I'm only slightly joking.)

So did you see any robots like http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=pl ... I-Wg#t=48s there?

(Note: I told Shrapnel that I would not post in this until someone other than him did. And I was true to my word.)

ishy wrote:So did you see any robots like http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=pl ... I-Wg#t=48s there?

Nah, more like this:



And some like this:



Although the best cosplayer was actually a human:





I had a picture taken with him, actually; once I find the disk where I have all of the pictures Shrapnel and I took there (they were on Shrapnel's iPad so he probably has more of them than me) I'll post the highlights up and write up my experience at the convention.

I also got David Willis to draw Mike from Shortpacked getting kicked in the balls, thereby validating my existence (this I scanned and currently guard with my life, so I can show you it right now.)

I took many pictures also, but did not bring them.

But they will come. Oh yes...

It's been a slow day, so today I'll share some stories from the Abyss San Diego.

Okay, so the hotel has a pool, and there was a heat wave in San Diego that week, right? We'd go swimming in it every day, or at least almost every day, and so on and so forth.

Anyway, I really don't like being it wet clothes, don't ask why, I just don't. This includes wet bathing suits. I don't mind wearing them in the pool, but once I get out, I want to get out of them as soon as possible.

So, one thing I've taken to doing lately is stripping out of my shorts the minute I get out of the pool (I cover myself with a towel whilst doing this, so don't worry), and I would do this whenever I got out of the hotel pool. Now, the thing about hotel pools on hot days, especially during a heat wave, is that there are a lot of people about.

The other thing to keep in mind is that pool towels at hotels are shit.

I would have to get at least three to four towels to fully cover myself, and let me tell you it is extremely difficult when you are trying to take off a wet pair of shorts while trying to hold like fifty different towels around you at the same time. Every time I tried, I always ended up dropping some of the towels, usually after I've succeeded in getting into the nip.

Now, the good part: There was one time where I was doing this, and there happened to be a family swimming in the pool, and said family consisted of: A dad, a mom, and two young girls, probably younger than ten.

I did not notice this innocent little nuclear family, because I was too engrossed in trying to get out of my uncomfortable bathing shorts.

I succeeded in doing so without dropping a towel, and was walking back to the hotel room, safe and in the clear, when...

...all at once, my grip on all the towels slipped, and I tripped on one of them, falling ass-first onto the ground, towels scattered every which way.

Now, I have no idea if the little girls saw me, and I've prayed to every single god and other such deity since that they hadn't, but I'm fairly certain the dad did, and the look of pure horror on his face was just pure comedy gold. Of course, I didn't think that at the time, and I hastily picked up every towel I could and habunged it back to my room. I seriously thought I was going to die from mortal and fatal embarrassment, and I never went into the pool again.

Don't take off your pants in public unless it's an emergency. That's good advice for anyone.

Yeah, there's a bit of leniency for kids, but grown men should probably leave their pants on in public unless they're on fire. Even then, you should probably only take them off if putting them out doesn't work.

Me and reasonable common sense parted ways decades ago. Also, you have no idea how much wearing wet clothing wigs me out.

On a related note, tonight will be picture night.

They must have a public restroom within reasonably close proximity of the pool...

Our room was within close proximity of the pool; thankfully, I was not present during Shrapnel's horror story (and was very disturbed when I read this thread yesterday).

The room was close, but not close enough. It was right next to the pool; the ideal would have been if the room was in the pool. Or, even more ideal, if going into the pool did not result in getting wet. Or, even further ideal, if I did not have these weird-ass problems. Or, the greatest one yet, if there weren't any other people around to begin with.

Also, I disturbed Darth, and I'm guessing at least Prak, too. That's made my week.

I wonder why you need 4 towels to cover yourself.
That and well why it is such a big deal that you had a wardrobe malfunction.

1) The towels at the hotel are tiny. A normal towel is about the size of twenty hotel towels.

2) Normally, a wardrobe malfunction such as this would simply be annoying and somewhat embarrassing, but not worth mention. But this was special, because it was witnessed by a father of two six and seven year old girls, and the look on his face was fucking priceless, and my biggest regret about the trip is not having a picture of it.

It takes much more than this to disturb me. This merely perplexes me.

Perplexion is great, too!