Realms of (In)Sanity

Taking my vitamins like a good girl are supposed to be helping focus and work and stuff, so what happens? I get lazy and don't update for over a week. *grumbles* Ah well. I'm here now.

I've had a rather uneventful week. The new store opened, and I've bought things. Now I have to crack down and not buy things. I must resist! The new store is really neat. I like it lots. The people still don't know what to expect of me though, which is sad. They've figured out I'm smart, but not that I'm crazy too. Oh well, there's still time.

Went to Ohayocon last weekend. It was okay. Just okay, which is sad because it is like the biggest anime con in Ohio. This year, they seemed to be running on reputation alone. I know, they've had some set-back, but this year was rediculous. Some communication and organization is in order. So, now, I rant. (Oh yes, friends, we all know how much this puppy LOVES her soapbox!) Everything went as expected when we first arrived, I was impressed in the speed of the registration line (we didn't pre-reg, usually the regular line takes FOREVER) Nice friendly guy regs us all and we go find a quiet place to look over the schedule, which has pretty much all the VA panels at the same time, tough crap if you like more than one VA. ~_~;;; Ever heard of staggering? Placing things along the course of a day so people can attend more of them? I hate having to pick, it puts a foul taste in my mouth. So we decide on what we want to do, most of which either A) Already happened or B) Is at the same time later that evening. So we go to the dealer's room, which . . . . has lots of bleah. I mean, they had good stuff from older series that I liked, but not really anything new, I'd seen most of it before. I bought one thing, a yaoi doujinshi, which wasn't even yaoi. (*GRRRRR*). So, on to the video rooms, following the maps we find ourserves . . . outside regular panel rooms. Double check the map, the map says video rooms, but video rooms they are not. By luck I spot a table with, low and behold, NEW MAPS!!!! They rearranged. That I don't mind, I understand rearranging, it happens when there is more than one thing happening at a hotel or convention center. What I minded was, how hard would it have been for the reg guy at the very beginning to say as he was handing out the booklet with the map "The map has changed, you'll find updated maps at such and such place" but noooooo, we have to figure it out by getting lost. So, we make it to the video rooms, with ooold anime showing, like Weiss Kreuz and Cared Captor Sakura. I think the newest thing showing was WallFlower, which I had no interested in, passed that, the newest was prolly two years old? Anime that old, I've either already seen or never had interest in. After tha fiassco, we head for the Vic Concert (highlight of my day! *luvs Vic*), but, where is it?Eventually, we had to ask a janitor, no one else knew. The main programming room was at the complete and total opposite end of the convention center from all the other things, and this convention center is not short. It is a LOOOOONG and skinny convention center. So glad we left for it early, but still, they had lines forming. Not line, lines. Line one, line two, line three . . . . Have you never heard of marque? Seriously, duh. Since they hadn't, when line one moved, so did line two, with many people cutting. Erg. Thankfully, we made it in. And Vic managed to renew my luv. ^_^ I LUVS Vic. I had thought I was moving on, I had thought that I'd chase other VAs again, but, no . . . Vic is awesome. Okay, so he's not the only VA I luv, but still . . . . . LUUUUUUUVS.

So, we wandered, and ate food, and wandered. Skipped the masquerade for "The Real State of the Anime Industry" panel, hoping to learn something I didn't already know (and hoping it was being run by Greg Ayers, so I could tell him Sarah was getting back into active duty and maybe earn myself some brownie point with him, *chuckles*). Didn't learn anything particularly useful, just how things worked as far as anime coming to the US and how that effected thing (bad Japan! Bad business to you! Treating us this way! Because appartently since the US market for anime is just extra money, they don't care over in Japan about good solid relations and better business. Which is dreadfully silly from a business standpoint, money is money, and if Japan and the US cooperated, it'd be WAAAAAY better money) But apparently the Industry is up the creek without a paddle and there isn't anything we can do . . . Well, I don't like that, so I'm going to try! So, after the doom and gloom, we went for the line for the AMVs. I like AMVs, a LOT. But like fanfiction, I hate having to sort through all the S**T at AMV.org to find the actual good ones . . . so seeing the winners at cons is good, right? Not this time, we wait to the Masquerade to end in our merry little spot at the front of line one (woohoo!) Listening to the snobbish git behind us whine/grumble about how he was supposed to have had advanced seating and crap . . . (*what the hell?* Never heard that one before! But this guy made me mad too, there was a girl in a very well made costume and not only was he making snide remarks about her getting a certificate from the Masquerade, he complained about her weapon not being to scale. Talked 'bout how he had the figure and would have used calculus to get it *just* right, again, what the hell???? It was well done, who cares it the hilt was a little too big, better than using styrofoam! Which I've seen, and will not hesitate to dis (I *HATE* styrofoam, and there are so many nicer and just as easy options out there) After a half an hour, they're like, okay go on up and sit. we sit, and wait, and have the buffons on the av equipment play with the volume and bass of already loud sucky music (I had a migraine already and that was NOT helping), finally, Mags has had enough and goes back to ask them what their problem was. Turns out, they had lost the DVDs and the person who was supposed to have the DVDs and didn't feel it was important to tell the paying congoers what was going on. We passed to info on to everyone else and left, after waiting for over an hour for nothing. I was FUMING mad and the pain in my head did not help matters at all.

As far as good points, the concert was FUN! And the cosplayers were GREAT. I mean *GREAT* Wonderful props, well done costumes, variety . . . seriously, WOW. From Ronin Warriors to Naruto, Zelda to Sailor Moon. It was really superb. Great great GREAT cosplayers, you all get kudos.

So, that was my day at Ohayocon, seriously mediocre. I was saddened. Will I go bad? Probably. I mean, it's Ohayocon. Buuut, It's a year away, so we'll see.

One other thing, recently a friend posted a blog about her mental issues. I've done the same, in a fashion, thought I'm not sure how many believe me. I don't know if I'm truly weird or crazy, but there's a part of me that still compares my way of thinking and the way I act to people in the regular world, and as far as I can tell, social norm I am not. If anyone ever wondered why it took me over a year to put a mirrow up in my bathroom, this is why, the me in my head does not match the me I see, and I hate it. Fox, wolf, dog, I'm definitely canine. I don't think dog because I'm not a barker. But my first impulse to almost every situation is canine, whether snarl, snap or growl or cuddle, lick or rub. I growl-purr and rub my nose when I'm happy, pull my ears back when irritated or sad. At Vic's concet I listened with perked ears and wished nothing more than to be four-legged and fuzzy, sitting at his side and leaning Delilah style. There's still a part of me that holds me back, that remains human and sensable, and I think that's the only reason why I can still function in society. For my friends and family, I hope that part never breaks.