Stealing Fancypants, more silly bike adventures, painters poles, fishies
This has been an interesting weekend. It was the CSC Banquet on Friday and I dressed up all nice a spiffy to meet with companies. By nice and spiffy I mean.. my shirt button popped off and I pinned my collar together. My suit jacket didn't match my pants, my tie was too small for my shirt, I only had white socks, and my only nice shoes are worn and faded. I was helping set up the banquet for about 2 minutes before I came up with an ingenius plan. Steal James' clothes (fancypants cosplayer with a taste for expensive clothes) XD During the weeks leading up to Fanime, our group was using me as a model for his cosplays whenever he was unavailable because I was roughly the same size as him. So I called up James, raided his closet, and went to the banquet looking snazzy.

My bike is a deathtrap. It always was, but moreso now that the brakes have snapped. I've gotten in the habit of jamming my foot into the space between the frame and the front tire as an emergency stop, and my shoe has been developing a nice gash through the bottom of it. Until the end of the year, I'm borrowing Tim's bike. The tires were a little flat, so I swung by the gas station to see if their air pumps are compatible with bike tires. I walked in and asked if the air pumps work on bikes and the cashier shot soda out of his nose laughing at me. I've never tried it before D: how would I know? Apparently that's how most bikers refill their tires.

I bought an extendable painter's pole. It's really cool, I just hit a switch and pull and it extends out. I plan on putting on tripod threads on the end of it and use it as both a ghetto monopod for my camera and a lighting boom for portraits. I don't really have assistants, so once I get the lighting setup working, I'll see if I can use it AND take photos at the same time. It would look a lot like this.

For the centerpieces of the CSC Banquet, they put goldfishes in a vase to swim around. After the night was done, we got to take them home. I was super excited because I knew how much Jill liked fishies, so I brought her 3 of them. She later calls me distraught that she couldn't take care of them and that she would need to give them away to the pet store. As it turns out, goldfishes are kinda hard to take care of and they need a lot of space and maintenance. We decided to keep them, and I went out and bought a 10 gallon aquarium for them all. Hopefully they'll survive. There's a tiny one that likes to bury its nose into the gravel.