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Hello and welcome to “Your Week in G33k”…in case you haven’t notice this isn’t a video. It is in fact a blog entry. Why? Because GenCon was last weekend and Dragon/PAX Prime is next and in between we have to plan a wedding and attend a funeral. I’m not even kidding. So rest assured live episodes will return on Friday September 7th but till then allow me to share with you a rather amazing experience…something called the Cosplay Deviant’s Hentai Cafe that occured last weekend in Indianapolis. I’ve always loved GenCon. Have from the day we met. And probably always will. Had some of my best times in that city and within Gen’s hallowed halls so it should come as no surprise (like when I recognize you Shlee and your crew!) that something rather outstanding might happen when I’m there rolling the dice as it were.
Alright…I have been waiting to write this all week. To give it the proper gravitas or whatever. Instead I decided to down a lot of vodka and just write from the heart. No editing (so sorry for any speling errors) or double checks or re-reads. I just need to get this out:
I love you guys!
“You guys” being the fans and friends I’ve made at cons over the years. You guys who have supported and encouraged me. You guys who’ve made it a point to attend numerous events many involving a story revolving around wolves. You guys who call my name in the hallways
You guys who are just like me. Got a day job probably, pay some bills, have any number of problems, issues or character flaws. You guys who no matter what always make me feel like a million bucks every time we talk. For that I will never be able to repay you all the kindness you do me. I can only hope to that now and forever you will find me worthy of your time.
A fan asked me onstage Friday night at the Cafe what I did to “practice for my character”. Through the adrenaline and vodka I still managed the lucid and pointed answer that what you see on stage isn’t an act. Tentacle Chris is me. I’m not putting on anything. Other than my shirt. Which I then take off.
Me and the Cosplay Deviant girls. We’re the real deal. We’re geeks, dweebs and dorks. Just like you. I was the guy with glasses who go picked on his whole life becuase he was fat and knew what a Veritech Fighter was. I cried when Optimus Prime died and still do everytime I watch the original “Transformers” movie. We’ve come to a point in history when society accepts that nerd-dom is somewhat cool. And lucrative (look at SDCC!) But at the end of the day many of us still don’t accept ourselves. A world is vying for our knowledge, influence and disposable cash and yet many of us can’t look into a mirror comfortably. The world might want us but we don’t want ourselves.
The time for that to stop is right now.
I was literally covered in cash Saturday night and for one reason only: I was bold.
And you can be too. You don’t have to get naked on stage or drink or marry a super model or do anything anyone else tells you to do.
But I will tell you this.
My motto is Vive ut Vivas…live so that you may live. My fans…my friends…stop waiting to live. Get up tomorrow and go do it. I’ve got my scarf and Chucks and hipster headphones and you might think I’m part of the cool kid club. Well I am. But, dammit, you can be too. Want to write a book? Write it! Want to quit your job and move to California? Do it! Ask that girl or guy out? Or both? Fucking do it!
I was astounded by the adoration and love you all showered upon me at the Cafes. The money was great. The emotional currency you spent on me meant infinitely more. I am an admitted fame whore. I love you and you love me and I love you for loving me.
Someone even called me a prophet…because I believe we started a Vodka religion , but I’ve never been great at predicting the future. The thing I’m awesome at is the right damn now. I wear that black ring on my right hand to remind me that one day this will all be gone. That I’ll die. And that emboldens me to life right now as hard as I possibly can. I seek to rule each moment as if it’s my last and take you along fot the ride as well. So prophet, eh, I don’t think so. But Vod Emperor of all Geekdom? That sounds about right. It’s actually an amazing reference so check out the DUNE series if you don’t get it but that’s just it…there’s so much to get in this world. And one amazing night at one amazing con made me realize that. We may never get to it all but I’ll be damned if we don’t all try.
So, if you’ll have me, I’d be honored to lead and entertain you all from this point forward into whatever the future may hold for us. Vive ut Vivas my friends. The con may be over but our lives have just begun. So here’s the end of this post…now what are you gonna do about it? Make me proud
I’m a nerd. If you’re reading this you probably are too. Perhaps I met some of you at GEN CON last weekend in Indianapolis. You might have seen me helping out the Mint Chocolate Chippies or the Cosplay Deviants. You might have seen me half naked on Saturday night (no small feat as 50% nudity is rather tame for me at a con, or home, or anywhere really) but what no one saw, that I’m aware of at least, were some of the best moments I spent in that far off and beautiful city.
DragonCon is currently three weeks away and as such my Spartan training is in its final and most furious stages. Ergo, twice a day workouts were managed along with all the other con activities. I like to run and the mornings in Indy were most welcoming considering I’m used to hitting the bricks in sunny, oppressively hot, Orlando. I’m not complaining, I do enjoy running. I enjoyed even more the ability to run up the broken escalators or even *gasp* a stair case past throngs of groaning and grunting fatties many of whom seemed destined to spend forever on the bottom floor of the convention space due to the fact twenty vertical steps stood between them and freedom.
And that brings me to my point.
We are all free to live pretty much as we like here in America. You can choose to be a fatty or you can choose to be fit and in the end that’s entirely up to you. You can be a doctor or a cab driver if you want. You can play Halo or Gears of War (though if you play Halo over Gears you are lame) And see, I’m free to say that. But how often do we stop to think, I mean think hard, about all that has gone into that freedom we all enjoy.
I was thankful enough to be led on my Saturday morning run to the Indiana War Memorial Plaza and its looming centerpiece, a grand monument designed to stand as a perhaps not so gentle reminder of the greatness of this country and her patriots. I’m not going to mince words or try to drag this out in an attempt to properly elocute the exact feelings I was going through during my time there shedding some tears and sweat on the stones at my feet because in all truth I’m not that competent of a writer. And even the best I would think might have trouble doing so. You had to be there. You have to feel as I do as so many do or passing by the memorial as I did would be just that, a passing moment no more important than the last. What I felt there was something I’ll remember the rest of my life.
I had my iPod on and the suite from Gears of War 2 playing on a loop. It’s all martial and reverent and moving and ended up being the perfect soundtrack as I climbed the Southern staircase in the shadow of a statue of a soldier draped in the flag standing with his hand outstretched towards the sky. This got me misty. The music and the majesty of it all. I moved on to the top floor while composing myself and made my way around to the North side where I descended the stairs to find the following inscribed along the entire length of the base. Giant letters with an even bigger meaning.
“To commemorate the valor and sacrifice of the land, sea and air forces of the United States and all who rendered faithful and loyal service at home and overseas in the World War; to inculcate a true understanding and appreciation of the privileges of American citizenship; to inspire patriotism and respect for the laws to the end that peace may prevail, justice be administered, public order maintained and liberty perpetuated.”
All sense of composure just went out the window at that point. I was overwhelmed with pride in my country, with anger at those who take advantage of her and with thankfulness for those who gave everything without looking back. I stood there for as long as it took me to memorize as much as I could of the text. Then I felt I had to do something right then, right there. So I climbed back up to the uppermost level and made my way around stopping at the center of each wall, one in each of the cardinal directions and ground out 36 push ups. One push for every year I’ve lived free. Wow right, I can do a lot of push ups.
Man, you’re missing the point.
I’ve never served in the armed forces and have barely had to sacrifice anything in my life. A couple push ups was just a small show of gratitude to all those who gave infinitely more and to all who continue to do so. It was nothing more than a humble ‘thanks’ and a way to silently say to Lady Liberty ‘I’m with you, I believe in you, in all that your freedom truly means.’
When I ran back to my hotel and got ready for the day ahead I did so with a renewed sense of all that I’ve been given and all that I am blessed to enjoy. I’ll post more in the coming days about GEN CON and I still have to recap/reminisce about Cancun as well before I talk about all the other things on my mind but for now I needed to say this.
And I hope you all heard it loud and clear. Talk to you soon.