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Otakon 2006: An Average Story about a Convention

If words were enough to describe this convention, I wouldn’t need pictures. Even if words were enough, I’d still use pictures because I am lazy.

I was a Harutard

But some words are necessary. Like tags. Could be chronological:
Hot Thursday prereg, drinking, dinner, drinking; hot friday lineup, ticket, sat in line and watch anime, dealers, eat, Nobuteru panel, Madhouse panel, eat alone, concert, karaoke; Saturday ticket, dealers, Kawasumi panel, autograph, karaoke, fate meet, concert, mt meet, Geneon, Hellsing, dinner, art gallery, 4chan, Geneon panel; sunday karaoke, art gallery, hotel crap, karaoke, lunch, karaoke, home.

Or more descriptive:
Haruhi-tard, ETERNAL BLAZE, Hottest. Otakon. Ever., Kawasumi Ayako, Lafiel, Mahoro, Trap-chan, Raptor Jesus, Getsumei Fuuei, MUCC, fatigue, NO U, Free Stuff, Mihata no Moto ni, Pictochat, Geneon, Dan Kim, Futakoi Alternative, Touhou, Ever17, waiting in line, Nobuteru Yuuki, Nakazawa Kazuto, God Bless…

There were the usual amount of cosplaying. Without beating around the bush anymore, you can click on these links at your own risk. Traps, you know. I think the variety this year matches more my expectation from last year than this year.

A good meme from the con to recall is Web 2.0. It’s amusing how much I’ve changed in doing an otakon write-up over the last 9 years. And yet I’ve done it every time save my first Otakon, in a blog form. Instead of AMVs maybe I’ll do a trip down memory lane kind of thing. Some things, despite age, just don’t change time and time again.

Like hitting traffic on the NJ Turnpike.

But there are still stories left to be told of our battle last weekend. Yours and mine. Like how karaoke post MUCC concert means you can’t hear the monitor too well. Or our Canadian friend makes one helluva Trap-chan. Or how 4chan manages to transform time and space and bring anonymity to a convention line. Or how the panels I missed out I wish I could attend, or watch videos of. Or how I asked about Lafiel, and made a fool out of myself at the Kawasumi panel. Or how people should do more Nana Mizuki songs at the karaoke. Or just how much fun we had, or how we wish you were there, too.

I was actually looking for Os on Friday–imagine we were all in the Mad House panel

Perhaps one more notable point to it all is how my friends played into the picture. There was a major blurring between my RL friends, different circles of RL friends, internet friends, and random people. It’s good to know people who know people but knowing so many people can make things difficult. This year marks a good, sharp distinction between people who I consider “con buddies” with “visiting friends” and “groupies.” It’s so important to have all three. Just don’t mix them up in the wrong categories… And keeping the right kind of stories to the right kind of crowd :)

And on that note, I wish you all would show at Otakon next year, because I have high hopes…


HDTV: High-Deshou Television

I’m sure all the people who care already knows, but just in case DJ Bouche has a really nice selection of remixes and midi related to Suzumiya Haruhi no Uutsu. Download and all that. And it is good–the tech spins the familiar hits under a new light.

Momotato should take note how it doesn't take up the whole screen.

Just like having those 720p encoded raws for the show, on a Sony KDS-60A2000, can spin up a new flavor for an old anime. I guess this blog entry could also serve as a mini-review if you’re looking to buy a nice microdisplay. It really looks nice.

Nice might even be an awfully inadequate understatement. I’m not entirely sure if the High-Definition broadcast of Suzumiya Haruhi was in 1080i or not, but that must have been jaw-dropping if you were watching it on a nice HD display. Hare Hare Yukai on this set was like that for me, even if people complain how the VGA port only allows 768 vertical resolution max, giving me a nice, but “not as big as it could be” replay. I still dropped jaws.

The picture up there is from my phone, and it doesn’t do anything justice, let alone a HD display in a relatively dark room, so never let the picture influence you in terms of what I am saying (always, in fact). Considering that I have already watched the first episode (well, episode 2) 5 times before today, going through it twice more on this set still leaves me hungry for the rest. I suppose that shows how much I enjoy this episode, but I’d like to think it’s because you really enjoy it differently watching it on a big TV, Hi-Def, than watching it on your monitor (well, also Hi-Def I suppose).

And … yeah. Why am I talking about it when I still have 13 episodes left to go? I could be watching it right now! Chronology for a second rewatch is what the Kyoani doctors have called for, so be it.

[And oh, if you are actually curious, these are not resized; but they come from my dinky camera anyways. And also they will probably be around only for a short while.]


Popular Science

Schrödinger's Inspiration

Having an undergrad education in physics meant many things. I’ve remember seeing college football players in NCAA majored in the same topic and I wondered if they can not only score hotter girls than I can, but crunch gaussians better and faster.

Jokingly aside, I’ve always been troubled by my natural ineloquence, let alone when attempting to explain to people the fundamentals of particle physics and what little of the standard model that I know. Forget about telling people what the hell chiral symmetry means in application to QCD–I barely remember what it means myself. Having lacking formal education on modern physics made things difficult to some degree. Quantum math notation looks familiar but means little more than gibberish to me.

Well, that’s not the worse part. If you are asking me to explain these things to you, it probably means you are even worse off. Trying to explain the basic idea of M-Theory isn’t out of my reach, when I’m talking to my friend who has a PhD in chemistry. Trying to explain why photons have no mass is a magnitude harder when I’m talking to my sister, who barely passed high school math. Why do I lament? Or bother in the first place? Because theoretical physics is wonderful.

When Makoto Shinkai teased about teleportation of matter off our 3-brane in his wizardry, ivory tower in the trailer for Beyond the Clouds, I was excited. In fact, knowing his shtick it was the only unexpected element in his then-new film that left me curious plot-wise. It’s a terribly uncertain plot device, and for good reasons.

And it was to good effect for those who know. I fear that’s not a large group. However now that I’ve given some thought as far as if some breed of M-theory were to debut in popular fiction, this is possibly the most elegant and mood-matching way to do it. For starters, it is just nigh impossible to even come up with an abstraction that we can visualize. PBS’s series on string theory tried pretty hard and it works for the most part, but that kind of luxury is reserved for documentaries. Even if in reality all that wonderful science served not much more than wallpaper for background scenes, evoking the proper subtext to uphold (at least) my suspension of beliefs was a treat of a lifetime. Or at least I hope as it being the first of many to come.

But to be fair the quantum divide is not new. John Bell‘s entanglement experiment is marvel, and you can read about it even in science fiction books (or catch Noein). One could even consider Rahxephon in such a light. Granted, the show itself didn’t at all evoke the science, but the science fits the show to a tee. From the divide of Tokyo Jupiter to its liberal aural allogories, it all draws from the same spring physicists draws their inspirations.

Einstein did say imagination is more important than knowledge.

I sort of miss the days when science fiction was the predominant form of geek entertainment. It’s not to say the old days were better than the new days, but in our pursuit of the Good Story or Perfect Flair, we can forget that details may warrant our attention in as of itself. Neon Genesis Evangelion is one of such example, and the details were what made its equally compelling drama credible. It is the glue that allowed for a harem with giant robots to be taken seriously. I can say even more about Serial Experiments Lain–some of its fans are fans only of its subject matter. Even a show like Scrapped Princess relies on its careful symphony of pressing the right sci-fi/fantasy buttons in order to take us the whole way through Pacifica’s philosophical dilemma.

It matters.


Go Goth

Gothic Lolita is a very specific thing. It is not to be confused with other “goth” things.

White Wolf Logo

Of vampires and mages and werewolves and mummies…and normal thugs, cops, mastermind; heroes, heroines, crusaders and normal Jane and Joe. White Wolf’s World of Darkness has long been the playground of geeks and teenage punks and college kids looking for some fun with friends.

What is interesting isn’t about the system itself, but how it tries very hard to make the mood and feel a central aspect to the game system. Sort of like how Apple Jacks tries first to taste a certain way before it tries to be nutritious and affordable? Not quite. The gothic depressive/angsty feel has long been something of a common experience, a motif, and dare I say, something alternative. It’s what drives people to write crappy teenage angst poetry and blog on and on and on on their myspace. Plus the music, can’t forget the music.

The ideological purée of all these things can be repackaged, reprocessed, and resold. Here is where gothloli comes in. And how White Wolf makes its meager living. And why alternative music and indie music are “in.”

It isn’t really a big deal, one could think. Not until you have to come into terms with what this repackaged thing really is. Imagine when your diet is mostly organic and natural, and then you try to eat a hot dog at your friend’s BBQ. It’s not quite the same as anything else you have had. It helps to be consciously ignorant of its content.

Which is to say, in the wild, you see cosplayers, you see angsty teenage poetry. You even know a few drama queens and people who wants to join Suicide Girls. That’s fine. What is messed up to see this repackaged essence, having to work with it, and come up with a fictitious character idea.

Vicariously living only goes so far.

But don’t take me wrong. I love hot dogs. I think tabletop RPG system theory is fascinating and very powerful as a perspective to look at social theory. Not to mention is a healthy exercise of modeling. I even think WoD is pretty interesting as a whole. What really bothers me is when I open the Vampire core book, for example, the way it looks. What it tries to do.

It’s almost like taking that beloved hot dog, and put it on a solitary tray, dress it up with cilantro and some Chef Ming’s Oriental Bistro Citrus Sauce that takes 2 hours to make by itself, and costs about as much as a 50-pack of Sabretts. What the hell? To put it in other words, I am talking about the chasm between a game, a concept about having fun, or tooling with some ideas; creative writing and fiction; and of course, roleplaying. All that doesn’t quite mesh with “not across the street but down the road“; the attitude, the emotion, the feeling and despair.

The chasm is visible because this entire package is manufactured. If it were to come naturally, it’d be ok. If it was subtle, it wouldn’t be so bothersome. But it’s trying too hard and failing the same. Sigh. Second-rated marketing.

Ah, yes, I am going somewhere related to anime. Magipoka.

Pachira Is Sailor Moon Ciel

Because, believe it or not, this show does a better job demonstrating that stereotypical purée better.

Pachira. Aiko. Liru. Uma. Don’t you think they fit right in within World of Darkness? Probably. Their cheery and make-believe setting is equally fantastical as the gritty underworld right out of, say, Blade 2. Both is full of dirty sex and violence; magic; and even death.

Obviously, if you’ve seen Magipoka at all you know that is just preposterous. It shouldn’t invoke any resemblence between the two worlds. But yet I can’t shake the feeling that something like WoD fundamentally is inspiration for Magipoka.

Of course, Pachira would have been torpor for a really long time. But.


Maid to Thrill

The age old debate between ninjas and pirates ends with Black Lagoon. Maid wins.

Roberta 2000

Words were barely sufficient to describe how it feel to watch Desperado or Terminator 2 the first time for me. Little more can be said about this masterpiece of an episode that is Black Lagoon episode 9. I really had little to share aside from awe and “I wanna … watch this again and again and again!” It’s all I can do to keep that image of Roberta’s humble-looking shoes rotating counterclockwise along with the regular-pattern lace trims of her uniform from replaying itself to burnout in my brain. Oh, it would also fast forward to the rotating umbrella and when she does a “peek-a-boom!” Or I could replay, in my head, how she forms into a rigid, flat-fisted running style while whipping out that combat knife. Well, actually what I did immediately was make Terminator 2 jokes first, then to relish the goodness that was this piece of animation.

You can feel the love brimming from this episode. The people who worked on those scenes must have loved what they were doing. It is the only logical explanation.

To be fair, I was seriously bugged about Roberta at first. I read the manga for Black Lagoon after realizing I would be digging this show seriously. I stopped at volume one because I get the feeling that this manga is going to do what I thought it’s going to do exactly, for better or worse. Sure, the series is about outrageous mercenary action with a bent towards a realistic-feeling grittiness. Thematically it deals with the scummy real life of criminals versus the somewhat crummy real life that we know. It does escapism well; the action scenes are smart but unfortunately the manga falls to mediocrity when it tries too hard to pander to conventions (maybe on purpose).

Remember Noir? I’m one of those people who thought that he liked what he saw in Noir, only to be totally bugged by the fact that it turns into this weird lesiban slide show with secret societies. To be honest, it could have worked out if not for Chloe. Roberta, as a result, reminded me of Chloe–both in their outlandishness but also, heh, they are SOLDATS! Oh, of course, they’re both badasses in a fight.

Hmm. Noir would have been a better show if Chloe was a maid, don’t you think? Thankfully we wouldn’t have to ask the same about Black Lagoon. It’s Maid to win.

Actually, there’s also a part-2 to this entry… It started with Gunslinger Girls.

Hi Jose!

There’s nothing wrong with killer maids, nor is it such a novel concept. The dichotomy was probably best explored in an anime context through GSG, so it’s no surprise Roberta reminded me of it. But in light of our other girls in Black Lagoon, what sort of concoction would Roberta be? Just another daily special at the Yellowflag?

Certainly if Rebecca was Suzumiya Haruhi, Balalaika would act a bit like Nagato Yuki and stop and save…Rock (and Dutch and Benny) from their certain death? It explains why I rather was taken by Asakura Ryoko.