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So go and vote for Pepper Mint in Playboy’s Miss Social Contest right now! She’s in a tight battle for first and if she wins the day she’ll be in the semifinals!!!
Yup. Atlanta. For the second time in as many weeks. Not like that’s a bad thing especially when you’re at a con.
More on that in a minute. But first I’ve quickly come to figure out that when I started this blog and started thinking about what I wanted my “voice” to sound like out here in cyberspace that really it was going to change with nearly every post. This isn’t formal writing. I’m not putting together a book (well I am but it’s not this) or crafting some essay for college credit so really the feeling and verve you’re gonna get from here each day is largely dependent on, well, that day. Or night. Or if I’ve done yoga or what Ang is doing or how much vodka I’ve had. I’ll tilt at windmills each day running off after this or that but every moment is gonna sound slightly different than the last. And I’m okay with that.
Well I’m coming to grips with that.
I’m a wordsmith and I can use my tongue to cut or cure right up there with the best so to just sit down and kind of go off all stream of consciousness is difficult at times. Not hard to do but hard to accept what’s ending up on the screen. It’s out of the comfort zone. But a lot of what I’m doing lately is just that. In fact my new mantra is “No Somedays”. In Latin that’s haud cras according to two different translation sites I found online. I guess it’s literally “no tomorrow” but close enough. Know what I mean? Good, I don’t think I do!
See people always say I’ll do this or that or visit here or there or get up or go down someday. The more gray hair that shows up every time I skip shaving for too long reminds me of that fact. “Someday” should be a four letter word. Smdy…there it’s a four letter word and all I had to do was go all Hebrew on it! But smdy sucks because you can wait your whole life for it and it may never show up. It’s like it’s screwing you from the future.
Well I say screw it first. I’ve actually taken to wearing a screw themed necklace to remind me of that fact. Of my mantra. Of the way I want to be from this point forward. I got said necklace in all it’s shiny gold and silver glory at Anime Weekend Atlanta last weekend. It’s from Gurren Lagann, the one the kid wears I think though I’ve only seen a few eps and that was a while ago. The anime’s not important. Why I wanted it and why I wear it is. So I picked it up on Saturday for $12.72. Yeah, I paid tax which I usually loathe in a dealer’s room but it was still the cheapest booth even with 5% tacked on so I let it slide.
Goofy taxation aside I had a swell time at AWA. Wasabi Anime was there to keep things interesting at night and to talk Transformers and enjoy a viewing of Sailor Moon S. Was it S? It had ice ladies and Luna turning human and making out with some tranny looking guy. No shit. I don’t know, I had the perfect amount of American Honey coursing through my system that night. Perfect because I can’t remember the title but I know Tom and I got constant laughs. So I was funny drunk not throw up in the panel drunk.
I could have stood to be a bit more inebriated earlier in the night when a few of us took the time to walk to the ass end of AWA to check out the “Anime Cabaret”. If only we had shown up like 3 minutes earlier we’d have caught Lime Barb’s entire routine which from the tail end we did see, literally and figuratively, was top notch. She’s cute, in shape and a damn fine perfomer. The final three acts we saw after LB were pretty much the antithesis of that. I stood in the back somewhat flabbergasted for the last quarter hour of the event and even rolled out early when the closing number took to the floor. I mean laid down on the stage which is great in a small intimate club but not so much for a packed main events room. You take away the ability to see the burlesque show and you remove the incentive to stay and watch.
Ugh. Wish the Mint Chocolate Chippies had been there. Yeah, I’m biased but I’ve seen them do their shit and seen the crowds go nuts so it’s not just me enjoying the show. Maybe next year huh?
Whatever faults the early part of the evening entailed the MST3King of Serena and pals followed by the not rave helped me to forget any missteps. One of the highlights of the night was when I stepped away from the not rave to pee.
No, that’s not the highlight. After I peed I popped in to see the end of Lensman. Ever heard of it? Probably not ’cause it isn’t spelled A-K-I-R-A. It’s one of the old timers of anime based on an even older series of books and it’s one of the first big screen animes I ever saw. My mom took me in middle school and I still have the shirt I bought that day with Worsel on it. Worsel! Ah it was a bittersweet moment fueled by long ago memories, whiskey, lack of sleep and the fact that there were only 3 other people in the room to catch this classic. And they were all older than me. Damn kids. No respect for your elders.
Well I’ll show them. I’ll go back to the dance and take my shirt off and sing “I’m on a Boat” thanks again to the Croom. And that’s what I did. And that necklace looked good on my svelt sweating body. Hey everything comes and goes man but like a wave you gotta ride it or it’ll just wash you out to sea. Better to get smashed on the rocks riding the big one than to float away and just disappear because you were too scared. It took only 5 minutes for me to span almost the entirety of my anime existence. From something way back in my childhood to an energized room full of folks many who were just a bit older that I was the first time I ever saw Kimball Kinnison. What a feeling.
The whole weekend felt good. Eating Chipotle in Hooters felt good. Running up a wooded embankment ticks and snakes and hobos be damned felt good. Sitting with friends watching free-per-view clip shows while the Lords of Acid played felt good. Finding a Revoltech Buzz Lightyear for Angie felt good. Putting on that screw necklace for the first time felt good.
Now before I go I promised a shout out to Special K. So there…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I shouted. And to those two girls…you know who you are…talking all Transformers, dancing your glowsticks off and generally making the weekend that much brighter thanks a ton!
If providence shines on me again next year I will go back to AWA. I’ll probably see something that makes me feel old. And then I’ll take a sip of whiskey and go dance.
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.