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Lunch with Lolly

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Published: Jul 8, 2008

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Taken with a disposable camera at Anime Expo on July 4, 2008. I am only uploading this as proof that I actually 'won a super-secret contest' and ate lunch with

, the head administrator of DeviantART. He seemed like a very nice guy, and told me and the friend I was with some interesting things about the inner workings of this website...like the fact that the guy who coded this website has been working here since high school. Or that they decided to go to this convention for their first convention partly because it was so close to DeviantART's headquarters...and yes, I signed my name at the guestbook at the DeviantART booth there too.