Broadcasting from Homebase Alpha!
Jul. 7th, 2010 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
astillarI made it home. The actual trip back was pretty nice, but once I got HOME home, it was a turd fest.
I continue to find it quite amusing how Calgary tries to sell itself as being 'Western'. Really? Really? Who do you think you're fooling?
Hopping from airport to airport all night was okay. A new surprise was finding out Canada Air has upgraded their planes or something. They're still the 4-seat-wide flying schoolbuses, but now each seat has a little tv with movies and music. Since I was going to be awake the whole time, that was much appreciated. I watched Date Night and Alice in Wonderland. AiW seemed flat and uninteresting to me, but at least I got to study the Vorpal sword and take some pics for the commission. Plus, I also got to listen to Massive Attack's and Goldfrapp's new albums for free. (Where'd all the sexy bass go, Goldfrapp?)
When I got off the plane in Houston and had to scuttle across the runway to a shuttle bus, I thought, "I'd know this heat anywhere! This is Texas!" Boy, I don't think I've ever been happy to feel this heat&humidity before, until now.
Then the turds started floating to the surface. My bag didn't show up in the carousel. I was still in homecoming afterglow so I shrugged it off. I told myself, as many times as I've flown, it was bound to happen. I should count myself lucky it took this long. At the luggage locator desk I was told that my bag hadn't made my Houston connection. I'd had to run through the terminals to make that connection, so I could see how my legless bag would've been helpless. She said it would come in on the next flight in three hours. At this point I'd been up for 24 hours, hadn't eaten in 17 hours, and had been in four airports. I didn't really want to have to wait around for it. So I was pleased to hear they could deliver it to my residence. It wasn't till I was on the shuttle going home that I realized my cell phone, truck keys, and house keys were in that delayed bag. CRAP. I walked to Thundercloud to get some food, which improved my mood a bit, but I really just wanted to sleep. While I was sitting in my carport waiting for my bag to arrive I noticed that someone had stolen my garbage dumpster-bin. That's not cool. And guess how long it took for them to deliver my bag? Seven hours.
By the time I got inside, I was extremely irritable. I was cussing out my computer in English and Spanish just because it wouldn't boot up fast enough. (It had a month's worth of Windows updates that couldn't be told to wait.) And when I opened my bag I realized I'd forgotten to pack my big awesome camera, which I haven't been able to bring to a single con since I bought it last year. Damn! All I've got is my old point-and-shoot. *sigh*
Originally, before all this crap happened, I'd been wanting to go out that evening and a couple people were trying to get in touch with me too. But by now I had to admit defeat and just turn in for the night. Need outweighed want. I was sooooo happy to finally lay down in my own bed. I know it's lame. Other people have a family, wife, or at least pet to come home to. My home-coming is a piece of furniture. Sad, huh?
That was yesterday; it sucked. But it's in the past. Today I'm doing much better. (My sleep schedule is ba-zonkers, but that's to be expected.) Now! it's time to get ready for San Japan. Mm-hm, yes, mm-hm. I've got two (and a half?) days to get my cosplay done. Yikes! I know most people get that procrastinator's panic and can blast through a costume, but not me. I work at one speed and I get bored/distracted often, plus I refuse to take shortcuts. So it's gonna be a tight schedule. But hell, as much bitching as I've done in the past few weeks about NOT being able to cosplay, I'd be a punk-ass hypocrite if I DIDN'T burn like a cosplay supernova for the next couple days.
First, shopping for supplies, and then IT'S ON!
I continue to find it quite amusing how Calgary tries to sell itself as being 'Western'. Really? Really? Who do you think you're fooling?
Hopping from airport to airport all night was okay. A new surprise was finding out Canada Air has upgraded their planes or something. They're still the 4-seat-wide flying schoolbuses, but now each seat has a little tv with movies and music. Since I was going to be awake the whole time, that was much appreciated. I watched Date Night and Alice in Wonderland. AiW seemed flat and uninteresting to me, but at least I got to study the Vorpal sword and take some pics for the commission. Plus, I also got to listen to Massive Attack's and Goldfrapp's new albums for free. (Where'd all the sexy bass go, Goldfrapp?)
When I got off the plane in Houston and had to scuttle across the runway to a shuttle bus, I thought, "I'd know this heat anywhere! This is Texas!" Boy, I don't think I've ever been happy to feel this heat&humidity before, until now.
Then the turds started floating to the surface. My bag didn't show up in the carousel. I was still in homecoming afterglow so I shrugged it off. I told myself, as many times as I've flown, it was bound to happen. I should count myself lucky it took this long. At the luggage locator desk I was told that my bag hadn't made my Houston connection. I'd had to run through the terminals to make that connection, so I could see how my legless bag would've been helpless. She said it would come in on the next flight in three hours. At this point I'd been up for 24 hours, hadn't eaten in 17 hours, and had been in four airports. I didn't really want to have to wait around for it. So I was pleased to hear they could deliver it to my residence. It wasn't till I was on the shuttle going home that I realized my cell phone, truck keys, and house keys were in that delayed bag. CRAP. I walked to Thundercloud to get some food, which improved my mood a bit, but I really just wanted to sleep. While I was sitting in my carport waiting for my bag to arrive I noticed that someone had stolen my garbage dumpster-bin. That's not cool. And guess how long it took for them to deliver my bag? Seven hours.
By the time I got inside, I was extremely irritable. I was cussing out my computer in English and Spanish just because it wouldn't boot up fast enough. (It had a month's worth of Windows updates that couldn't be told to wait.) And when I opened my bag I realized I'd forgotten to pack my big awesome camera, which I haven't been able to bring to a single con since I bought it last year. Damn! All I've got is my old point-and-shoot. *sigh*
Originally, before all this crap happened, I'd been wanting to go out that evening and a couple people were trying to get in touch with me too. But by now I had to admit defeat and just turn in for the night. Need outweighed want. I was sooooo happy to finally lay down in my own bed. I know it's lame. Other people have a family, wife, or at least pet to come home to. My home-coming is a piece of furniture. Sad, huh?
That was yesterday; it sucked. But it's in the past. Today I'm doing much better. (My sleep schedule is ba-zonkers, but that's to be expected.) Now! it's time to get ready for San Japan. Mm-hm, yes, mm-hm. I've got two (and a half?) days to get my cosplay done. Yikes! I know most people get that procrastinator's panic and can blast through a costume, but not me. I work at one speed and I get bored/distracted often, plus I refuse to take shortcuts. So it's gonna be a tight schedule. But hell, as much bitching as I've done in the past few weeks about NOT being able to cosplay, I'd be a punk-ass hypocrite if I DIDN'T burn like a cosplay supernova for the next couple days.
First, shopping for supplies, and then IT'S ON!
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Date: 2010-07-07 03:07 pm (UTC)Welcome back to Texas finally.
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Date: 2010-07-08 05:32 pm (UTC)LOL
WE CAN DO IT!! YAY!! XD