Since they adopted Pittsburgh as their hometown, we knew they would be back. They are. It’s still weird.
Before you Furries/animal lovers/weirdos email me to scold me that Anthrocon and its participants are not weird, please note this quote:
“It’s very weird. I don’t even know how to explain how weird it is.”
Cliff Floyd on Anthrocon, a convention of furries — people who dress like humanized animals — that will be in Pittsburgh this weekend. He’s been to the city twice during the event with the Mets.
I’m sorry, weirdos, but it’s weird, this thing you do.
You’d think after the third year of seeing this, I wouldn’t be fazed/freaked/scared for my dreams anymore.
But that’s just not the case.
This fazed me, as in, gave me pause:
That middle Furry, in between the wolf and the drunk Fonzi wolf that just came from the luau? What is he supposed to be*? A wild boar? Worst Furry costume EVER. F for effort.
This freaked me out a bit:
It’s like CatWoman and Hannibal Lecter had a farsighted baby. And the baby wants to eat me. Nom nom nom.
And this, well, I’m scared for my dreams tonight.
All this tequila + enough Sucrets to numb Shamu + that Furry = guaranteed nightmares.
I’ll never sleep again.
Unless David Conrad comes and spoon-feeds me NyQuil.