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[bubosquared]

In case any of you missed it, I'm going to Escapade this year. (I leave in twenty days, in fact, OMG!) And in my infinite wisdom (read: infinitely small impulse control) I signed up to moderate two panels. *facepalm*

The first is Beyond the Envelope: When does pushing the boundaries go too far?, which is the one I suggested. The idea was to discuss that sometimes fine line between taboo and common sense. For example, RPS was taboo for a long time, but (to me, at least), the showing of said RPS to the actual celebrities involved goes against any shred of common sense at all. So where and why do we draw the line? Thoughts/comments appreciated, as I've only just realised they'll probably be expecting me to be, like, coherent. Yeah, and I'd like a pony.

The other panel is Age: Just a Number? Fandom & age of consent, which I'm co-moderating with amatia. She'll be looking at underaged characters, and I'll be doing the underaged slashers. And that just came out sounding OMGSOWRONG but I'm too lazy to change it, so live with it. Here, too, comments are more than welcome.

Other panels I'd like to attend: Help! My fandom is tiny! and The History of Fandom (because sometimes I like to play the blasé fan, ha!), and possibly RPS: RPS and Ethics, which I may well end up walking out of if I perceive so much as a hint of self-righteousness. (Can you tell I'm bitter?)

But mostly, I'm looking forward to hanging out with rsadelle, amatia, schuyler, silviakundera, dine, and anyone else I might run into, and you've all hereby been forewarned that I babble. A lot. (I also eat a lot, and once I get started I tend to drink a lot, but that's usually not quite as annoying to other people.) And I have a rogue accent, so watch your heads.

Right now, I'm all "OMG HELP TWENTY DAYS AND I'VE NOT PLANNED ANYTHING YET," which isn't strictly accurate, I've registred and booked my plane and all, and that's all paid for, and I've been composing a list of minimum carry-on luggage, because I usually lug around about a ton of stuff (seriously, ask amatia), but with the recent security measures, and considering that I'll be wearing my cloak and thus standing out a lot and with my luck I will be picked at random to have my bag searched, I don't fancy unpacking my Bag o' Doom during my layover-cum-smokebreak, so my list is currently limited to the Alphasmart that is, I think, winging its way to me from Canadia, pen and paper, a hefty book, some snacks, a bottle of water, and my cigarettes, which isn't much more than I take on my normal one-hour commute, so that ought to be all right.

(I am the queen of run-on sentences.)

I'm also bringing the Godaweful Dyke Porn Novelette, so you can all see for yourself how Godaweful this is. Seriously. But I'm not sure there's anything else I should be bringing. Requests? Can I get chocolate into the States? Cause I could fill up every free bit of space in my suitcase with belgian chocolate, and potentially buy me some minions with it. Muahahahaha!

Now, let's see, I've registered, I've transport, I've roomies, I've money ... What am I missing?

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[wimmeke.livejournal.com]

You haven't met my Brazilian friend yet. LOL. Uhm, to quote her in some way: Why bring soap, shower gel, towels, a toothbrush, toothpaste (and she could continue this list for at least five minutes longer) when you could borrow that or ask someone with more storage space to carry extras.
I won't give you any real tips because I'm the kind of guy who prepares for the worst, so I'd take a flashlight, a blanket and my sleeping bag just in case something goes wrong and I need to sleep under a bridge.

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Heh. That sounds oddly familiar ... <g>

I'm already planning to take a sleeping mat in case the mattresses are too soft for my back, and a sleeping bag if I have room for it. Also, I'm picky about my soap and all, and I can not travel without Nivea. Holdover from eleven childhood summers at camp, I suppose.

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[wimmeke.livejournal.com]

Well, those people had this tiny bathroom next to their house, adjecent to the monkey cage. I took my first shower and there were like over 50 bottles of different products, of which I've heard of 3 at the most. First bottle I grabbed was some sort of body lotion, not shower gel as I had expected. Argh, that felt weird, it made me feel all hot and stuff. Her dad had a little shop she told me, and all the leftovers were for personal use I suppose.

Which reminds me I must have touchy boy love pictures somewhere, but they never kissed in public, I knew they showered together but then I nearly joined them and I'm not so gay.

Enough TMI for now...