And so goes the Geekend

Well, three of the four days off have flown by.  I have to be sure to get something done tomorrow.  Something.  Anything.  I have some journal articles to read, that seems pretty do-able....right?

My feet are killing me (seriously, people of the past must have had some freakish feet.  I know it's not us...right?).  It was a lovely weekend. I'm not into all the cosplaying stuff, but I do like people watching.  Saw a girl wearing nothing but blue paint, and an old guy with a walker following her around taking pictures of her...uhh...parts.

I *did* finish all the clothing, though it meant only 2 hours of sleep between Friday and Saturday, but whatevs.  I'm still young...ish.  So Nurse Sybil Crawley went to tend to the masses at Planet Comicon.  So much syphilis, so little time.  I also finished a Warhammer 40K tech priest get up--we kept the techy trash light, to determine how heavy it was, but it still looked good.  I wish I had a picture of the pack on the back.

No, I didn't pony up cash for signatures, as much as I love Star Trek TNG.  My cash went to.....

SOCKS!!  I didn't know Sock Dreams would be there, my favorite!

I am a sock hoarder.  I admit it.  I think it comes from all the over-the-knee stockings in 18th and 19th century reenacting.  It carried over to the 21st century.  I mean really...socks and garters, does it get any better?

Besides being a fun event, it was nice to get to downtown Kansas City--as much as I love goats and chickens, I think I am secretly a city girl.  I have never really cared for 20th century architecture and design styles...EXCEPT for Art Deco and Egyptian Revival.  For some reason those just call to me.  Kansas City was one of the leading Art Deco architecture cities during the 1920-1940 boom, and most of those buildings still stand.  They're just gorgeous.  The first picture is on the outside of the municipal auditorium, across from the con venue, and the remaining pictures are a neat room in the bottom of the complex, I just stumbled across it today.  

And not just the architecture.  The clothes, oh the clothes.  So elegant and graceful....

And the Tiffany jewelry:

And.  The.  SHOOOOOOES:

SIGH.  See.  THIS.   This is why I have no patience for Uggs or jeggings or other stupidity...I know how lovely the female form is capable of looking, and those weird furry boots are NOT flattering.  Abominations, actually. 

I mean seriously, how swell would it be, to get dolled up in some of these beautiful glad rags and go cut a rug to some jazz at some juice joint with one (or both) of these sheiks??

Sigh....bees knees....dreamy.  And YES, I realize Parade's End is a bit earlier, but it's the closest I could find!

Okay, I have to tell you...I had the most amazing fish and chips today.  Ever.  Ever ever.  Yes, in America.  No, not in a pub.  What the what?

So, while I was out today, I got online to check the news, and I see that the subhuman who started Westboro Baptist is very ill.  I won't say his name, and I don't feel bad for him or his family.  I won't celebrate his passing, because that would stoop to his level, and because I know his kids are just as insane.  I just know that I will be relieved, on behalf of my gay friends, that there is one less hater in the world.  That group is up at the campus where I work, far too often, protesting at events like orchestra concerts.  Uhh...really?  Symphony movements, promoting the gay agenda since the rococo period!