Took less editing than I thought: drunk or sober, I’m a genius. More likely, I’m just really lucky. I hope to find some inspiration to take my story in unexpected ways at tomorrow’s Matsuricon. Nichole will not be invited nor privy to Adam’s & Bakke’s discussion… perhaps she’ll chat with the men, to find out more about what’s coming: the movement of tens of thousands of men, women, and children. They might be loyal Political Police, but everyone gets nervous when their neighborhood changes so dramatically and quickly.
“Everyone’s a conservative on what they think they know best,” and don’t we all think we know our own homes?
If I don’t get divorced, arrested, or dead from alcohol poisoning at the animecon, I hope to post more on Sunday night! Cheerio!
Continue reading “Closing Night; moves”
I’ve roughed out 900 words with Nichole, Bakke, and the chieftain. But it’s late and I cannot begin to even make minor edits. I’ll round it all out tomorrow evening.
I’ll be going dark for 36 hours after that as my family is off to Matsuricon, central Ohio’s 2nd largest animecon. The panels look meh, but I’ll look awesome.
Back to normal, really. After nearly a 4-week hiatus getting “Cursed Hearts” released into the wild and dealing with some RealLife issues, things will be getting back on track here.
Yesterday was Matsuricon in Columbus, Ohio, the second biggest animecon in this area. Unlike making it a long family weekend as we do for Ohayocon, we just drop by on Saturday. Got there around 1030; was surprisingly empty, so Registration was a breeze. Suddenly filled up around 1200. Was everyone hungover and sleeping in?
Caught a panel about buying odd stuff from Japan, the creator of the Monogatari series, and a short performance by Kazha (they were okay). Also hit the Dealers Room and got some Angel Beats artbooks and a Saber Lily figurine for my wife.
Later, was chilling at the bar in the Hiatt. After determining that the kid next to me was 1, a girl and not a trap, and 2, legal, I started a chatting her up. A 20-something year old pastry chef, she was also part Hungarian, which I IMMEDIATELY brought up when my wife appeared, before she yelled “Lolicon!” and clouted me. We secured a table just as Friend Will made his appearance. Sometime during the next five Martinis I know my daughters dropped by, but reality was rather ephemeral at this point.
Even so, and even being a Race Realist, there was a moment when I looked about the table and thought, counterclockwise: me (pasty old white guy), 1/8 Jewess (half my age), Black guy (half my age), two Chinese girls, and my Central Asian wife, all there to celebrate and have a good time over Japanese comics and animation. What an amazing and too-short moment of Western Civilization!