Some thoughts from Anime Boston
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sorcyress(Written 2010 04 01):
This weekend is AnimeBoston! I have some goals: Afterthoughts in italics
Thirteen seems like a good number of rules. We're done with that.
Written 2010 04 04
So, as we all know, dancers make me happy as hell. I like dancing, and I like the people who also like dancing.
But a particular form of dancer makes me a special kind of happy, and that's the people like me. People who, when they hear music, can't help but move. Even if it's just tapping their feet or shimmying their hips, they have to move to the groove. I love that!
Some music is just made to be danced to. If it's loud, if it's fun, and if it's got a good beat? Oh, I'm gonna be dancing to it, and if you wanna make me happy forever, you will too.
I find it incredibly amusing that the simple act of putting on a pair of cat ears makes me feel self-conscious about my outfit.
I mean, I am already being stared at, being marked, being judged as not-quite-normal. I am strutting down the street in rainbow stockings and a LAB COAT, never even mind the pirate bandana or the geeky t-shirt. I am noticeable already. The cat ears are just one more little thing that people can notice.
So why do they make me self-conscious. "Oh no, people might stare!" big whoop, they already do! As near as I can guess, it is merely my preconceived judgements of catgirls that give me this insecurity. Catgirls are Bad and Wrong, and to be associated with them is a thing of the utmost impropriety.
But seriously, the ears are just so spaggletastically1 *KAWAII!*
Mundanes and geeks don't notice each other.
Oh sure, we see that each other exist. We'll look down our noses on the bus, step out of each other's way on the street. But we don't _really_ notice each other, don't notice the clothes and voice and person that makes up every human.
Which is what confused me so much when I found myself admiring a pair of shoes on the bus. The shoes were on the feet of a very pretty girl, in a very short skirt, who was clearly either on her way to or from some very popular club in which loud music would be played and no geek would be allowed within a hundred feet of.
It felt for a moment like I was stepping into the mundane world. I actually wanted to compliment her, but felt as though I couldn't --she would worry I was poking fun, or think I was being weird. I had noticed her, and yet I couldn't.
It was a weird moment. But I think I like being able to travel into the world that is not my own. After all, isn't that what being a dreamer is all about?
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Spaggle, adjective. Derisive form of "sparkle". Used mainly in reference to "sparkledogs" or "spaggledaggles". If you don't know what a sparkledog is, you are probably better off. They are colourful in ways that hurt *my* eyes, and we know how much I like burn-your-retinas-bright things.
This weekend is AnimeBoston! I have some goals: Afterthoughts in italics
- 1) Play a lot of WLB and Playtest Done. Obviously. Also played a bunch of Wack a Catgirl, which was unexpected and enjoyable, and five rounds of Dominion which was *awesome!*
- 2) Be bright, perky, bouncy, and on for customers I came out of this con feeling more socially refreshed than I have the last three cons. I'm really pleased about this. But yes, made it easy to be "on"
- 3) Hang out some with Alex, in his kilt.
- 3a) Er, Alex will be in his kilt, and I will be hanging out with him. Not me hanging out in his kilt. That would be weird.
- 3b) Although let's face it, I would rock the hell out of an earth-toned Utilikilt. I mean, in a perfect world I'd have an olive drab one, but the khaki might still match my general colour scheme well enough to look hot as hell.
- 4) Chill with the Leslians (Lauren, Emily, Beth, Kristin, Erin, possibly others) I actually managed this very little -my cell was borked, and so I could only get in touch with people through Vera. So, tweeting with Alex.
- 5) Go say hi to Dirk and harass him a bit in a friendly sort of manner. Because Dirk is awesome, obvs. He draws cool comics!
- 6) Remember my superawesome binder filled with sketches of dinosaurs, and go wander the artist alley and see what else I can manage to add There wasn't anyone new who I felt the need to get a dinosaur from, which was a shame. But okay.
- 7) Do not get stuck in any echo of Linecon08
- 8) Do not lose the game
- 9) ...fuck. It should be noted that this was *not* a goal. Pikachu noises? I have no idea what you're talking about!
- 10) Wear my Daria cosplay and see if anyone gets it. Award them a hug, if they're cool with that. Except that's really not Dariaesque, is it? Did not do, but I did see a Daria, and was told I was the only to get it, and she and I hugged. It was awesome! Pictures forthcoming.
- 11) Assemble a comic!DubDub costume? It would be pretty rad, and I *do* have the green Eisenhower jacket, rather than the show's grey. Did not manage, should get on that sometime.
- 12) Take a look at my enormous penis
- 12a) Sorry, it just came on itunes. I don't know what came over me!
- 12b) ...don't answer that.
- 13) Not go totally insane and eat the living flesh off stupid anime kids. Although they may in fact _totally deserve it_, seriously Hetalia fandom, facepalm does not begin to explain it.
Thirteen seems like a good number of rules. We're done with that.
Written 2010 04 04
So, as we all know, dancers make me happy as hell. I like dancing, and I like the people who also like dancing.
But a particular form of dancer makes me a special kind of happy, and that's the people like me. People who, when they hear music, can't help but move. Even if it's just tapping their feet or shimmying their hips, they have to move to the groove. I love that!
Some music is just made to be danced to. If it's loud, if it's fun, and if it's got a good beat? Oh, I'm gonna be dancing to it, and if you wanna make me happy forever, you will too.
I find it incredibly amusing that the simple act of putting on a pair of cat ears makes me feel self-conscious about my outfit.
I mean, I am already being stared at, being marked, being judged as not-quite-normal. I am strutting down the street in rainbow stockings and a LAB COAT, never even mind the pirate bandana or the geeky t-shirt. I am noticeable already. The cat ears are just one more little thing that people can notice.
So why do they make me self-conscious. "Oh no, people might stare!" big whoop, they already do! As near as I can guess, it is merely my preconceived judgements of catgirls that give me this insecurity. Catgirls are Bad and Wrong, and to be associated with them is a thing of the utmost impropriety.
But seriously, the ears are just so spaggletastically1 *KAWAII!*
Mundanes and geeks don't notice each other.
Oh sure, we see that each other exist. We'll look down our noses on the bus, step out of each other's way on the street. But we don't _really_ notice each other, don't notice the clothes and voice and person that makes up every human.
Which is what confused me so much when I found myself admiring a pair of shoes on the bus. The shoes were on the feet of a very pretty girl, in a very short skirt, who was clearly either on her way to or from some very popular club in which loud music would be played and no geek would be allowed within a hundred feet of.
It felt for a moment like I was stepping into the mundane world. I actually wanted to compliment her, but felt as though I couldn't --she would worry I was poking fun, or think I was being weird. I had noticed her, and yet I couldn't.
It was a weird moment. But I think I like being able to travel into the world that is not my own. After all, isn't that what being a dreamer is all about?
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Spaggle, adjective. Derisive form of "sparkle". Used mainly in reference to "sparkledogs" or "spaggledaggles". If you don't know what a sparkledog is, you are probably better off. They are colourful in ways that hurt *my* eyes, and we know how much I like burn-your-retinas-bright things.
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on 2010-04-08 03:52 pm (UTC)Other than that... unless she was engrossed in something else, or putting off strong DO NOT TALK TO ME STRANGE BUS PEOPLE vibes, I'd've just caught her eye, grinned a little, and said "Hey, nice shoes!" And then she'll either continue the conversation, or say "Oh, thanks!" and go back to staring out the window, or whatever. I don't really notice much difference in social protocol, except it's got a little less of the We're Part Of The Same Club vibe that geek-recognition can have.
(And yeah, I reacted partly to the word "mundane," I'll admit, because I've come to really hate that usage.)