Dragon*Con.

UPDATE: I'm covered! Thank you!

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So.

I've been persuaded/cajoled/armtwisted into agreeing to go to Dragon*Con.

I'm announcing right off that I don't have oodles of moolah. It's gonna be a stretch to get there and buy a membership.

Therefore!

I'm gonna need floorspace.

I'm clean and don't smell bad or do horrible things, I don't snore (that anyone's told me), and if I'm hyper and you're not, I don't get offended if I get kicked out until I calm down (or kicked out period). I'm generally quiet, and fit under most beds. I may bring a small guitar, but if I do, I'll be playing it wherever the filksing is.

I hearts me some screencaps.

( This one's from a 2005 Dr Who Confidential, so it's past /and/ you're not gonna see it in the States anyway, so have a look. Gallifreyan. I want a handbook, damnit. )