ConCONcon 2020 – page 16
I’ve really slacked off on featuring the mascots in this run of ConCONcon comics, haven’t I? I’ve also really slacked off on presenting the specifically hotel-related experience of conventions, what with the whole “I just commute and eat lunch in my van” trip I’ve been on the past few years. But as I’ve gone through batch after batch of older comics, I can’t help but remember how TERRIBLE is always feels to be in close proximity to an indoor pool. I think it was Triad where the whole of Artist Alley was downwind of the hotel’s pool, and the entire BUILDING was miserable because of it. In all my years of con-going, I’ve never once taken a swim at the hotel pool, and I wonder how much of that is pent-up resentment over how muggy certain halls get due to their presence.
It’s especially ironic when the vending machines/ice maker this operates on the opposite principle. I think half the hotels I stayed at didn’t actually close off the machines, they were just down a hall in a side room where the air could still circulate. But WOW any room with a door that stays shut gets stuffy fast. It’s almost as bad as a poorly designed computer lab in there.
Scribbles, apparently you’re saying that your situation is still better than being trapped in an unconditioned hot-box in the middle of summer, in the tropics, for no determinable reason.
That, or Scribbles is feeling sorry for when vending machines are grounded.
I’m just continually astounded that anyone uses hotel pools at all. There’s good reason they have to put borderline lethal amounts of chlorine in those things. Yuck. (And the thought of inhaling seems even more cringeworthy than being immersed in it, now that I think of it)
I mean, yeah. There’s that, too. (Really, that’s just another reason to not stay at the hotel period)