Chronillogical

In Chronillogical’s future, we may or may not inter­act more reg­u­larly with time trav­el­ers from other peri­ods of time. This may or may not be be what some of those pos­si­ble people may or may not look like.

Or is it?!

NEWW has come and gone, and the week­end is still fresh in my mind. A cliché, I real­ize. It’s true though! As I’ve said in many blog posts prior to this one, Sara was there—taking photos, no less!—and she’s been nice enough to cull her favorite pic­tures into a Flickr photo set. Ain’t that great!

What fol­lows might be con­sid­ered long and name-​droppy. I apol­o­gize for none of it. What else is a con report sup­posed to be, anyway? (Also, there are a lot of dashes, and I don’t apol­o­gize for those either.) ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

This week­end, in fact—with the cel­e­brated Pub Crawl launch­ing Friday night and the convention’s offi­cial launch on Sat­ur­day. We’ll be there (we being me, John, and Sara, Offi­cial Chronil­log­i­cal PR Man­ager)! We’re pumped to go! Psy­ched, if you will. Are you going? Be on the look­out for two people who look kind of like this:

No photos handy, I’m afraid. Anyway—NEWW! It’s coming up! Oh yes, I said that in the title. OK then!

Howdy, time ban­dits. Time-​caneers. Mem­bers of the Chronil­log­i­cal Order. Greg and I are plan­ning our next big time jump for “feudal Japan” (kind of a big net to cast, I admit — and ulti­mately a euphemism for “you know, like, in that Kuro­sawa movie”), which means that I need to make sure I know how things looked, more or less. So, here’s a taste of that:

If anyone hap­pens to know of any par­tic­u­larly good resources on the sub­ject — with regards to fash­ion and archi­tec­ture, espe­cially — we’d appre­ci­ate the help. Such are the powers of the inter­net?!?

Yep, Chronil­log­i­cal is headed for NEWW this year! Just like last year, and the year bef—well, I guess the chain stops there. Just like last year! It’s actu­ally a little uncer­tain whether Greg will be able to make the ardu­ous trek across our nation’s great plains and moun­tains, but dang it, he is think­ing very hard about suc­ceed­ing.

I, how­ever, do not have to think about suc­ceed­ing, for my atten­dance is secured. And so is the atten­dance of Sara, our good friend and Offi­cial Chronil­log­i­cal PR Manager—she who said, “Fellas, having busi­ness cards with us (mini busi­ness cards?!) would be a good idea,” to which we responded, “Yes you are right!” I’m not sure that these are the final designs just yet, but they should be pretty darn close to the real deal, at least:

How droll! Scream­ing faces—that will get their atten­tion, surely. Boy howdy, I sure hope so, anyway, because just look at all the people that are attend­ing. And those are just the famous* ones!

If anyone’s headed out that way, and our eyes happen to meet beneath the set­ting sun, don’t fear the feel­ings** that swell inside you. Embrace them. Savor them. Or just, you know, say “hello” and com­mence what will be a pleas­ant little chat, I am sure. That works too!

* Inter­net fame valid only at par­tic­i­pat­ing loca­tions.
** The per­fectly nat­ural feel­ings.