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Another AX hits the circular. w00t.

First off, I haven't been here since posting Monday. If you've got something I should see - clue me in. I'll try to get back as far as I can, but it won't be quick.

Folks, your condolences mean more than you know. The more time passes, the more clues to "something wasn't quite right" keep coming to mind. If it's rationalization, it's pretty hard to deny that there were emergency room visits in the last six months, behavior changes that made her nuts to manage (never happy, never comfortable), and the fact she bulldozed her way through three cinder blocks to get out that night when she'd never much cared one way or the other (opportunistic, yes. Escape artist? Not until now). I can point to the fireworks...somewhat. They'd been "taste-testing" them in the neighborhood for weeks...and in my neighborhood, they never really go away completely. So laying it entirely at the feet of the holiday doesn't really fly either.

Little dog rolled a one. And after that, it's just a done deal. She's gone. The biggest thing I've noticed so far is the lack of constant, continual noise. She was verbal. She was insistent. And I mentioned the lack of appeasement as of late. She scratched on the doors, the windows - inside and out. Scrabbled on the kitchen floor. Barked. All. The. Time.

The silence is eerie. It's been thirteen years and I hadn't noticed how much I'd kept an ear out for the noise and had paid attention to it.

No more dogs, for now. The back yard has to be made secure to a fair-thee-well. This is the second dog I've lost to traffic, and I'm going to have to accept that this is something I'm going to have to be stupid about. Crating the dog every time I left the house didn't seem fair. I'm gone long blocks of time at a stretch. What kind of a life is that? Tie the dog up. Please. That dumb mutt had her own harness in a knot so convoluted I had to cut it off Sunday morning, and she hadn't been tied to anything.

No more. Not right now. Nothing worked good enough. I'm done for now. It's just not what I expected - not from this animal.

*sighs*

AX. This was the year of the Really Tall Fan. Seriously. Friday night when we went down to pick up badges, the first cosplayer we walked into was a Vash that was taller than Jim. No platforms. This is not easy to do when Jim is 6'4". And he wasn't the only one.

And ghads, the females. I was so struck by the change in demographic from the first AX in 1996 when I was often the only female in any kind of range, let alone Anglo. The group then had been Asian and male - this year? Holy cow. Females who liked being girly. Cross-dressed a lot. Females everywhere I looked, doing every kind of thing around. It was refreshing. Okay, sometimes the mixing of Celtic knotwork into yukata wearing was a bit jarring, but this was also the first year I saw women wearing kimono correctly. Nisei Week is coming -

And of course, you have your requisite "life lessons" wandering about. The job I want at AX next year? I want to be the guy enforcing the sign policy in the dealer's room where it appears they only put security on the outside of. Karaoke room made it stick - I wonder what Tommy has in his collection. You bring a sign into the room, it's his. And so it was. This was my first experience with them - and the only job I want next year is one with a staff badge with removal permissions. I see a sign, I take it AND the badge and send the attendee home. That, actually, was written as policy - and outside the dealer's room, it was adhered to.

Dealers? Had hired their own security. Pathetic.

I brought my own food, or went off-site for something edible. Parking was nucking futz and I still have a Anaheim Convention Center shuttle pass for two days ready to use. I ended up parking at the Disneyland Hotel one day - that's how bad it was. (Good exercise though. In 101 degrees, not so fun.)

Tell me how the AMV show went. I have not a clue.

I did take advantage of getting sets completed without having to pay shipping - so we're set until Christmas, methinks.

My weekend, as it was. Back to work, now in progress.

Another AX hits the circular. w00t.

First off, I haven't been here since posting Monday. If you've got something I should see - clue me in. I'll try to get back as far as I can, but it won't be quick.

Folks, your condolences mean more than you know. The more time passes, the more clues to "something wasn't quite right" keep coming to mind. If it's rationalization, it's pretty hard to deny that there were emergency room visits in the last six months, behavior changes that made her nuts to manage (never happy, never comfortable), and the fact she bulldozed her way through three cinder blocks to get out that night when she'd never much cared one way or the other (opportunistic, yes. Escape artist? Not until now). I can point to the fireworks...somewhat. They'd been "taste-testing" them in the neighborhood for weeks...and in my neighborhood, they never really go away completely. So laying it entirely at the feet of the holiday doesn't really fly either.

Little dog rolled a one. And after that, it's just a done deal. She's gone. The biggest thing I've noticed so far is the lack of constant, continual noise. She was verbal. She was insistent. And I mentioned the lack of appeasement as of late. She scratched on the doors, the windows - inside and out. Scrabbled on the kitchen floor. Barked. All. The. Time.

The silence is eerie. It's been thirteen years and I hadn't noticed how much I'd kept an ear out for the noise and had paid attention to it.

No more dogs, for now. The back yard has to be made secure to a fair-thee-well. This is the second dog I've lost to traffic, and I'm going to have to accept that this is something I'm going to have to be stupid about. Crating the dog every time I left the house didn't seem fair. I'm gone long blocks of time at a stretch. What kind of a life is that? Tie the dog up. Please. That dumb mutt had her own harness in a knot so convoluted I had to cut it off Sunday morning, and she hadn't been tied to anything.

No more. Not right now. Nothing worked good enough. I'm done for now. It's just not what I expected - not from this animal.

*sighs*

AX. This was the year of the Really Tall Fan. Seriously. Friday night when we went down to pick up badges, the first cosplayer we walked into was a Vash that was taller than Jim. No platforms. This is not easy to do when Jim is 6'4". And he wasn't the only one.

And ghads, the females. I was so struck by the change in demographic from the first AX in 1996 when I was often the only female in any kind of range, let alone Anglo. The group then had been Asian and male - this year? Holy cow. Females who liked being girly. Cross-dressed a lot. Females everywhere I looked, doing every kind of thing around. It was refreshing. Okay, sometimes the mixing of Celtic knotwork into yukata wearing was a bit jarring, but this was also the first year I saw women wearing kimono correctly. Nisei Week is coming -

And of course, you have your requisite "life lessons" wandering about. The job I want at AX next year? I want to be the guy enforcing the sign policy in the dealer's room where it appears they only put security on the outside of. Karaoke room made it stick - I wonder what Tommy has in his collection. You bring a sign into the room, it's his. And so it was. This was my first experience with them - and the only job I want next year is one with a staff badge with removal permissions. I see a sign, I take it AND the badge and send the attendee home. That, actually, was written as policy - and outside the dealer's room, it was adhered to.

Dealers? Had hired their own security. Pathetic.

I brought my own food, or went off-site for something edible. Parking was nucking futz and I still have a Anaheim Convention Center shuttle pass for two days ready to use. I ended up parking at the Disneyland Hotel one day - that's how bad it was. (Good exercise though. In 101 degrees, not so fun.)

Tell me how the AMV show went. I have not a clue.

I did take advantage of getting sets completed without having to pay shipping - so we're set until Christmas, methinks.

My weekend, as it was. Back to work, now in progress.