We here at DashCon2017 apologize profusely for the blatant lies we told about how we would be hosting our convention at McCormick Place in Chicago. We will not actually be hosting it at McCormick Place in Chicago. This is also why we have deleted the original post announcing where we were at.
As I’m sure you’ve guessed by this point, DashCon2017 does not actually exist. We will still be updating this blog as the time approaches the date we originally set up for our pretend convention, since we have put a surprising amount of effort into planning some of ruses we would be pulling to make this look more legit. However, there will not be any convention taking place at any convention center. At this point, feel free to meme it up in the comments, since that was part of the original goal for those who figured out we were fake after we posted the pictures we had planned.
Anyways, we here at DashCon2017, hope that you enjoy today, and look forward to more updates as they happen! (we also wouldn’t mind some shilling as a parody account, because we DID put in a ridiculous amount of work on some of the updates we have planned)
Sincerely,
DashCon2017
P.S. There will be a ballpit, and it will be the original… pee free for your convenience ;)
What’s the most simple thing you’ve ever had to explain to a fully competent adult?
That you cannot fax money to someone.
Had someone accidentally fax us some paperwork. They then asked if we would fax it back due to the paperwork being confidential…
I have received a fax in an envelope.
like… they took the documents, put em in an envelope, then faxed me a picture of the sealed envelope.
When I was a kid, I faxed my dad’s satellite office drawings of horses. I had watched my father send so many faxes that I had the process memorized. Except, for some reason I thought that I could fax things to grandma. I put in the numbers for the office every time, but was convinced that the faxes were going to grandma. I also didn’t think to inform my parents that I was doing this.
My dad visited the satellite office (three hour drive) one day and discovered their conference room white board absolutely covered in my drawings. The guys thought it was adorable that I sent drawings and letters to them, and didn’t tell my dad because they knew he’d stop me.
That’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever heard.
I like that this just turned into stories about faxing
My not fax related additon.
Had to explain to someome that leather does not come from hairless cows.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
