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Australia 2013 - Part 2 Thursday, May. 02, 2013 - 5:40 p.m. The main reason I go to Australia around Easter is so I can attend Swancon. This year was no exception. Swancon was held at the Ibis Styles -- a venue that's just exactly the right size for the amount of people who attended. If there are more people next year, that's going to be kind of a squeeze, in my humble opinion, but in 2013 things were exactly right. Even in the middle of Northbridge, we were frequently surprised by the sights. For instance, here's a picture of a beautiful white crane, right in the center of town. --- The Masquerade was fun: Here is Paul as the Sandy Whiskered Gentleman with Jemima Puddle Duck: With the following script: "He's a Sandy Whiskered Gentleman. She's an addled avian. Together, they fight crime!" --- After the Masquerade, there was a dance. Paul changed from his costume into his kilt, and being a True Scotsman, he wore it 'regimental-style' -- which, putting it delicately, means excessive twirling was discouraged, at least while there were ladies present. As we were heading down to the dance, we ran into Australian fan favorite Danny Oz, who was also wearing a kilt, but apparently he *did* have underwear on. In the picture, his facial foliage is cut that way because his charity haircut didn't raise the money he'd hoped, so he walked around with the cut half-completed for a day or so, hoping to encourage people to donate. Friends of both Paul and Danny requested a picture, so they obliged, and at one point, Danny said "Hey, let's raise our kilts together on the count of three!" -- whereupon Paul gently said "Danny, that's not a good idea." Here's the moment captured forever as Danny figures out why Paul said that: Folks also wanted a picture of Paul with me, so a lovely fan called Rallye took this one. You can't see it in the pictures here, but Paul's kilt has a paw-print on it. Paul's a furry fan from the Paleozoic era -- which is a neat trick because there was no such thing as fur back then, ha ha -- and one of the things he did while he was at Swancon was to spruik FurWAG. It's the first event of its kind, and he's their first Guest of Honor. I took whole bunches of pictures at Swancon, most of which didn't turn out the way I wanted them to because I'm not used to the newer camera, but those are the ones that came out well enough to include here. More stuff next time! ---
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