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mrbigsteveFuckitty fuckitty fuck fuck.
I figure that's as good a way as any to start one of these things.
All right, I admit, I want to believe that my writing is worthy of other people's attention. I want to spew forth the inner thoughts that I have and receive some kind of validation that I am, in fact, a person, and... and all that other crap. Yeah, that's it.
Spew spew spew.
Now, of course, there's really *no* point to my bothering to make this public unless I think that doing so will benefit either myself or someone else. And of course, none of that totally unrepentant soul-baring is allowed, because... well, this is public, and I still have to have *some* secrets.
So anyway, I think I'll begin with my observations from this past weekend. I spent this weekend at Otakon, in Baltimore. Now, I've been to science fiction conventions before, both those focusing on media and those focusing on literature. I've been to Worldcons held in the same facility (Baltimore Convention Center). I've been to a number of Origins conventions, one of which was, you guessed it, in the same convention center. And I've been to Pennsic. Lord, have I been to Pennsic. While this convention was not nearly so shocking to myself as it undoubtedly was to my (16 year old) cousin, it still managed to surprise me in a number of ways.
1) the ratio of men to women was pretty much equal. What's more, there was a large number of *cute* women. Mind you, I have no idea how many of them were actually legal in Maryland or anywhere else in a two state radius, but it was fun to look.
2) People working at adult video stores have noted that while men have a thing for watching women go at it, women don't necessarily have a thing for watching men fuck. Perhaps this is true in some other part of society, but given the number of women I saw drooling over guys doing yaoi (and frequently, guys holding signs like "Will yaoi for money"), I suspect the video shops just ain't stocking the right kinds of models in their videos.
3) The masquerade folks need help. Lots of it. And they need to be a little less anal about people wearing their con badges on stage (more to the point, they should arrange for a system for people to *take them off*). You let them get into the backstage area, check their badges then. Let 'em (make them!) take the bloody things off before they cross the stage wearing what amounts to a mirrorball around their neck that says "Here I am! Pay no attention to anything else on stage! Woo!"
4) They had to ask people not to use flash photography *three* times. Once is to be expected, Twice, okay, there'll be some fucknuts who just didn't get the point the first time. Third time? Throw out the entire damn row of people, and point out the numbskull who got them all ejected. People learn much faster when their lives are at stake.
5) People who use flashes on digital cameras to take pictures of a movie screen likewise deserve to be shot.
And for the curious, yes, this is in fact naught but a shallow attempt to vent some frustrations without having to actually discuss any items relevant to said frustrations. My journal, my rules, and if you were really bored enough to get this far, then it's your own damned fault.
I figure that's as good a way as any to start one of these things.
All right, I admit, I want to believe that my writing is worthy of other people's attention. I want to spew forth the inner thoughts that I have and receive some kind of validation that I am, in fact, a person, and... and all that other crap. Yeah, that's it.
Spew spew spew.
Now, of course, there's really *no* point to my bothering to make this public unless I think that doing so will benefit either myself or someone else. And of course, none of that totally unrepentant soul-baring is allowed, because... well, this is public, and I still have to have *some* secrets.
So anyway, I think I'll begin with my observations from this past weekend. I spent this weekend at Otakon, in Baltimore. Now, I've been to science fiction conventions before, both those focusing on media and those focusing on literature. I've been to Worldcons held in the same facility (Baltimore Convention Center). I've been to a number of Origins conventions, one of which was, you guessed it, in the same convention center. And I've been to Pennsic. Lord, have I been to Pennsic. While this convention was not nearly so shocking to myself as it undoubtedly was to my (16 year old) cousin, it still managed to surprise me in a number of ways.
1) the ratio of men to women was pretty much equal. What's more, there was a large number of *cute* women. Mind you, I have no idea how many of them were actually legal in Maryland or anywhere else in a two state radius, but it was fun to look.
2) People working at adult video stores have noted that while men have a thing for watching women go at it, women don't necessarily have a thing for watching men fuck. Perhaps this is true in some other part of society, but given the number of women I saw drooling over guys doing yaoi (and frequently, guys holding signs like "Will yaoi for money"), I suspect the video shops just ain't stocking the right kinds of models in their videos.
3) The masquerade folks need help. Lots of it. And they need to be a little less anal about people wearing their con badges on stage (more to the point, they should arrange for a system for people to *take them off*). You let them get into the backstage area, check their badges then. Let 'em (make them!) take the bloody things off before they cross the stage wearing what amounts to a mirrorball around their neck that says "Here I am! Pay no attention to anything else on stage! Woo!"
4) They had to ask people not to use flash photography *three* times. Once is to be expected, Twice, okay, there'll be some fucknuts who just didn't get the point the first time. Third time? Throw out the entire damn row of people, and point out the numbskull who got them all ejected. People learn much faster when their lives are at stake.
5) People who use flashes on digital cameras to take pictures of a movie screen likewise deserve to be shot.
And for the curious, yes, this is in fact naught but a shallow attempt to vent some frustrations without having to actually discuss any items relevant to said frustrations. My journal, my rules, and if you were really bored enough to get this far, then it's your own damned fault.
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Date: 2002-08-02 11:38 am (UTC)It's the world of the Otaku