Dropped the car off again this morning to have the windshield washer pump replaced (they couldn't get the part in time last week) and then swung by the library to pick up my paycheck and return a book. I have today as vacation, and part-time colleague Carolyn was at the desk. She's covering for my hours today, in part. She greeted me with "I know where you were."
Sure enough, she did. She had read about the con in a newspaper, I guess. My fursuit badge was still in my pocket and I showed it to her. She was quite affirming actually, and said she thought it sounded like a lot of fun.
So... Obviously it isn't always as necessary to hide furriness as we seem to think. Intelligent people are not ready to believe the drek and nonsense that comes out of tabloid journalism like MTV and CSI. They see us for what we are, certainly harmless and unthreatening, and at worst eccentric.
As someone (I forget who, sorry) pointed out at innerwolf
's panel on Saturday morning, if you went to a Shriner's convention for a weekend, no one would make a pariah of you for it, yet the Shriner's are notoriously eccentric in some of what they do and certainly can be just as strange as anything furry. So there it is.
Off to have lunch and see Harry Potter movie 4 with my mate, since he took care of the farm by himself all weekend. NaNoWriMo and the podcast will have to wait a bit longer.