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03/10/2006 08:46:43 AM · #1 |
Here's an easy contest to win yourself a coveted Golden Slippy.
The most accurate, detailed, guess as to what I've been up to this past week. Here are a couple of pics to help:
 
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03/10/2006 08:48:03 AM · #2 |
Slippy's been targeting day-traders!
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03/10/2006 08:49:14 AM · #3 |
| The 10th Annual Slippy and Friends Convention? :-) |
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03/10/2006 08:50:45 AM · #4 |
my guess...
mining and exploration tradeshow??
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03/10/2006 08:53:35 AM · #5 |
My guess is PDAC! here
Do I finally win the Golden Slippy? |
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03/10/2006 08:53:50 AM · #6 |
You've been mining new investors as the PDAC 2006?
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03/10/2006 09:05:06 AM · #7 |
Hmmm, good, but not very detailed. I'm looking for more of an account of how I spent a day. :-)
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03/10/2006 09:08:00 AM · #8 |
| You were crowned Miss PDAC 2006? |
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03/10/2006 09:10:59 AM · #9 |
| hmmm PDAC! should have cloned it out ;) |
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03/10/2006 09:11:45 AM · #10 |
You've got yourself a gig as the official event photographer in an effort to explore the possibility of Photography as a business meanwhile making mad contacts in the "Exploration Geology" field?
Or did they just not ask for identification as you slipped through the door uninvited to go look for virgin rimmed discarded Tim Horton cups? |
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03/10/2006 09:18:37 AM · #11 |
Blowing chunks from the previous night's festivities.
Originally posted by Strikeslip:
Hmmm, good, but not very detailed. I'm looking for more of an account of how I spent a day. :-) |
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03/10/2006 09:31:15 AM · #12 |
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03/10/2006 09:33:42 AM · #13 |
| You were photographing the "Prospectors and Developers Association of Canada" convention. |
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03/10/2006 09:40:46 AM · #14 |
you were hanging from the ceiling with a camera.
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03/10/2006 09:42:54 AM · #15 |
Slippy got up really, really early one day to attend a trade show about rocks. He wanted to be among the first in line so he'd get first whack at all the tremendous give-aways....such as lucky pocket-stones, pretty Post-It notes, plastic magnifying glasses and magnets. But he headed straight for The Great Diamond Giveaway booth to put in his entry for the drawing of a valuable rock. By 10 a.m. Slippy was lost in a sea of black suited men. He found a less crowded vantage point overlooking the trade show and considered how best to take a Where's Slippy photo. Of course, he couldn't easily put himself in the photo so he settled on finding the one and only woman at the convention (she's hidden in image #2). By lunch time Slippy had accomplished almost all he came for--so he stepped out of the convention center and went to a corner bar for some fine Toronto cuisine. He returned re-energized and buzzed his way through various exhibit booths dropping his business card in all the free-drawing buckets he could find. His plastic bag was filled with goodies and weighing heavily on his arm as he finished his rounds...it was 10 times better than Halloween Trick-or-Treating, he thought. Tired, but happy, he ended his adventure by crashing the wine and cheese reception for a noted Canadian mining company. His only regret was he had not been able to acquire a yellow hard hat to add to his collection....as he drove out of sight he called to the dwindling masses, Happy Conventions to all--Rock On! I'll be back again next year!
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03/10/2006 09:52:32 AM · #16 |
- Arrives 9:30am
- Shows green exhibitor's badge to security
- Goes up escalator
- ....
- ....
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:-P
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03/10/2006 09:55:07 AM · #17 |
LOL KaDi!!!
It sounds like you've been to a few conventions, hehe!
:-D
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03/10/2006 10:11:37 AM · #18 |
Originally posted by Strikeslip:
- Arrives 9:30am
- Shows green exhibitor's badge to security
- Goes up escalator :-P |
... and exhibits himself.
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03/10/2006 10:14:15 AM · #19 |
Originally posted by KaDi:
Slippy got up really, really early one day to attend a trade show about rocks. He wanted to be among the first in line so he'd get first whack at all the tremendous give-aways....such as lucky pocket-stones, pretty Post-It notes, plastic magnifying glasses and magnets. But he headed straight for The Great Diamond Giveaway booth to put in his entry for the drawing of a valuable rock. By 10 a.m. Slippy was lost in a sea of black suited men. He found a less crowded vantage point overlooking the trade show and considered how best to take a Where's Slippy photo. Of course, he couldn't easily put himself in the photo so he settled on finding the one and only woman at the convention (she's hidden in image #2). By lunch time Slippy had accomplished almost all he came for--so he stepped out of the convention center and went to a corner bar for some fine Toronto cuisine. He returned re-energized and buzzed his way through various exhibit booths dropping his business card in all the free-drawing buckets he could find. His plastic bag was filled with goodies and weighing heavily on his arm as he finished his rounds...it was 10 times better than Halloween Trick-or-Treating, he thought. Tired, but happy, he ended his adventure by crashing the wine and cheese reception for a noted Canadian mining company. His only regret was he had not been able to acquire a yellow hard hat to add to his collection....as he drove out of sight he called to the dwindling masses, Happy Conventions to all--Rock On! I'll be back again next year!
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But did he win the diamond? I'm on the edge of my seat here!
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03/10/2006 11:23:30 AM · #20 |
The heavy traffic prevented Slippy from pulling away to begin his journey home. He sighed and leaned back in his seat contemplating the magnificent events of the day, absently he fingered the plastic bag of goodies on the seat beside him. Basking in the late day glow of the sun he felt life could hardly be any better. If only he knew he had won the drawing for the diamondâ€Â¦.
Suddenly a glint of sun reflected from the roadâ€Â¦.so bright it stung his eye. A wave of joy came over him as if he had just discovered Willy Wonka’s Golden Ticket! Without a care for safety, he quickly opened the door of the car and leapt out into traffic. A delivery van narrowly avoided him as he made his way to the front of the car accompanied by the blaring horns of passing cars.
He stooped and delicately fingered the square plastic object. What was this? A green exhibitor’s badge? A golden ticket indeed! Before he could even settle himself in his car again he had begun making plans for the next dayâ€Â¦..and what a day it would be!
(to be continuedâ€Â¦..)
Message edited by author 2006-03-10 11:34:29. |
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03/10/2006 11:57:31 AM · #21 |
Originally posted by Strikeslip:
Hmmm, good, but not very detailed. I'm looking for more of an account of how I spent a day. :-) |
... with a bunch of stuffed shirts. |
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03/10/2006 12:00:47 PM · #22 |
OH MY, I FEEL AN ADVENTURE BREWING!
:-O
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03/10/2006 12:00:48 PM · #23 |
Slippy's in Utah for a trade show? If so, how fun for you my friend.
Message edited by author 2006-03-10 12:01:30.
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03/10/2006 01:14:57 PM · #24 |
Originally posted by naldslc:
Slippy's in Utah for a trade show? If so, how fun for you my friend. |
No, the convention, the largest of its kind in the world, was this week in Toronto. Thankfully it's done. I became a scientist so I wouldn't have to talk to people. ;-)
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03/10/2006 02:19:24 PM · #25 |
(....cont.)
At home, a tired Slippy eased himself into his most comfortable chair with an ample glass of Jim Beam on the rocks and a mineral water chaser. His favorite mix of tunes played soothingly—selections from Neil Diamond, the Pebbles and the Rolling Stones.
Comfortable and safe, he soon dozed off. He dreamt of caverns and mountains. Of red rivers on Mars. Of frozen moons. Out past the rings of Saturn and beyond the unconfined bounds of the solar system his imagination led him to discover new crystalline entities. He conversed with them. He defined the weight of their atomic particles. He named them after old girlfriends and they sang to him in the voice of Plato’s spheres.
The whirring sound of a spaceship startled him and he awoke to the street sweeper passing by his front window. Had he really slept the entire night slumped in a chair in his clothes? The stiffness in his neck and back confirmed this fact for him. His throat felt like gravel. He grabbed the glass of stale mineral water and gulped it down. What time was it? What was this day? The prick of a pin in his shirt pocket woke him to the reality of his new plans—“My golden ticket...” he sighed and he rushed upstairs to find something fresh to put on.
He fumbled with the Green Exhibitor’s Pass as he rushed to change his clothes—no time to think, no time to spare. By 8:30 a freshly shaven, smartly dressed Slippy emerged from his home to a bright new day. I wonder if other people have days like this, he mused, days you just know are going to be great from the start? He sped away in his silver car toward downtown Toronto, feeling much like his alter-ego “Sliprock the Space-hero” from his dreams the night before.
Message edited by author 2006-03-10 14:26:41. |
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