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Eve Online Fanfest 2013: 10th Anniversary Edition

I decided to fill my title with buzz words for fun. I can also sing the "Leaving on a Jet Plane" song.

It it just under two weeks until Fanfest. I had been playing for only a few months when Fanfest happened. I caught Eve Vegas and decided I wanted to go to the next Fanfest.  Once it was announced I purchased my ticket, put my leave in at work and scheduled everything.

Now it is here and I am starting to shift into travel mode. I like to travel. To do more than Eve, I will be there for a week. Half of that time will be Fanfest and the other half will be a bit of tourist time.

My blog will detour off into the land of random redux. Knowing me, I'll still write plenty. My tablet is set up to take notes and in general I just like to write. I did learn my lesson from Eve Vegas. I'll not share my raw excitement with such innocence again. Plus, everything will be streamed and recorded. My one taste of trying to do the journalism/news thing was incredibly bitter. I won't be stepping into those shoes again.

One of my biggest questions was, "Do I have a ticket?" I guess I will print out my receipt or something and hope that works for getting me into the event. I'm booked across the street from the actual conference for convince of walking across the street. I did not sign up for any of the extra events. As it is, my normal nervousness upon going and doing something like this has already kicked in. I expect to do my normal wallflower thing and slink around the edges people watching.

I am trying to get out a bit more to these types of events. It gives my travels an interesting focus and makes me long for more interesting employment then I currently possess. Ahh well. Things are what they are and making time to do interesting things improves the general flow.

Therefore, I have no plans but to go. I arrive at the buttcrack of dawn on Wednesday and leave the following Tuesday evening. Everything else that happens will happen as it does. I have zero expectations and complete interest. I do expect to have an interesting time.


  1. Just wondering how you have been to several other continents while only to a few different countries... ;-)

    Don't worry, Iceland is great. Just make sure you have some outdoor stuff packed too.

    Have fun.

    1. Forgive my overly undefined and casual commentary to travelling.

      Define outdoors. I will not he doing treks across the tundra for instance.

  2. Forgive *me*, I was just teasing.

    "outdoor stuff" basically means a decent jacket to keep you warm and dry and maybe some decent boots, depending on how much (and how far outside) you intend to go, so nothing special.

    Usually it is somewhat rainy around this time (but maybe we are lucky this year).

  3. Sorry you won't be reporting - I enjoyed your Vegas stuff.

    1. I am a wimp and did not like the but. And bus tossing g under that trying g to do that produced. I'll still write everything up but no raw notes and no on the scene updates.


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