I fought the Con…

...and the Con kicked my ass. DragonCon 2010 is over and, as always, it was a blast.  The panels were entertaining though, in some ways, the more academic ones were more fun.  It was an absolute crush of people that allowed me to hone my line standing and elevator squishing skills.  There were 4 times over 3 days that little sis decided she wasn't waiting a half hour for an elevator and drug me up the stairs.  We were on the 16th floor.  Heh.  Somewhere around floor 5 I realized that I wasn't going to hyperventilate and pass out but my thighs and calves still haven't forgiven me.

Somehow this year, I managed to avoid the ConCrud, but I have bruises with mysterious origins.  The one on my right knee came from doing the Penguin Crawl (I've watched too much Penguins of Madagascar because I always want to say that as "pen-gu-ins.") at the Georgia Aquarium After Dark event.  The palm sized one on the side/back of my right thigh is ominously dark and I think happened while trying to squeeze around someone to get to my seat on the plane Monday.  The other three are anyone's guess; they're a pair about an 3 inches apart on my right calf and one on the inside of my left elbow.  The only other injury was a mild sunburn while waiting for the Eureka/Warehouse 13 crossover panel.  The line for that wove through and then wrapped around the Hyatt.

I'll get other posts with the BIS's daily Con activities up in the next few days.  Until then, here's a couple of pictures to tide you over.

Crowd shot on the sidewalk in front of the Hyatt while waiting for the Eureka/Warehouse 13 crossover panel.

A lovely steampunk lady watching a tank at the Georgia Aquarium.