I registered!

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Huzzah! I'm going to San Diego Comic Con 2008 with irrel and her peeps!

If you're there, and you see a tallish woman in glasses with curly red-blonde hair and a tag that says "Profession: Tea Taster" and "Company: Cauda Pavonis Perilous Tea Corps" then hello! That's me.

I'm excited about the guest list-- Ray Bradbury's awesome of course, but I'm also interested in Dean Koonts, J. Michael Straczynski, Jim Butcher, Wendy Pini, the author of World War Z (which I might try to get autographed) and others.

I'm interested in the blood drive as well, though I'll be one month short of my year-long-limit for donating blood after getting a tattoo. I hope it's a year, not 18 months... I can't quite remember.

Anyway, I'm SUPER psyched about this. And since I just signed over my credit card for registration, I'm definitely committed. Whee! ::claps:: I've only ever been to Fanime Con before... this should be much bigger and much crazier.

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:laugh: I'll have no shyness in asking, then. For a year and a half in college I worked for a older Taiwanese couple who ran a photo developing shop, and both had heavy accents despite living in the U.S for more than 40 years. For Grace, the wife, it was okay because she spoke very loudly and very fast, so I always got the gist of her message even if I missed the occasional word. For Gene, though, it was a constant game of guessing. Imagine this incredibly patient and sweet old grandfather, who shuffles around and rarely speaks higher than a whisper, and his whisper has a heavy accent. I was always telling him, "Okay. Sure. ...um, I didn't understand anything you just said." It was funny to me to realize after about a month that no one could ever hear what he was saying, and even his daughter, co-owner of the store, had trouble sometimes.