Month: September 2011
Dragon-Con 2011 Photos: That is if you didn’t know where to look already
Shit, all these photos were uploaded on the 5th, and subsequently updated on the actual photos page. But I thought it would be fun to torture those of my friends and anonymous readers who think I’m Mr. Spot-On-The-Money Reliable at getting photos up right away, who wait for me to put up an actual update notification on the brog FP that photos are up, and make them read some of my stories and experiences before unleashing the rest of the photographs. But anyway, here are the rest of all the photos I took during Dragon-Con.
Overall, Dragon-Con was fun. It was nice to stay at one of the host hotels, even if it wasn’t the Marriott, thus requiring some creativity in maneuvering about at times. If anything at all, such luxury meant I didn’t have to worry about getting a DUI when I drove home after a night of drinking at 4 a.m.
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Dragon-Con Stories: The missed connection
If I had one genuine gripe about Dragon-Con weekend, this would be it.
She laughed with me, and not necessarily at me, at my completely failed attempt to pop off the cap of my Blue Moon bottle on the door hinge, resulting in a shattered bottle tip, and foam gushing out. She gave me no indication, be it through our lengthy conversation or body language, that she minded my lame flirting and loitering around her, while she was stuck at another convention’s marketing table. The words came easy, and the topics transitioned seamlessly as we conversed about various topics from movies, Emma Stone, whom I name-dropped as a comparison to her own eyes (which is obviously a good thing), to anime conventions and costumes, based on the cornucopia of people to watch. What started out as an innocuous complimentary remark turned into a pleasant encounter.
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Dragon-Con Stories: NoMoreLoko
Firstly, I don’t know why this image looks so posterized; there is still much I must learn about my new camera, and I guess this is the fault I get for relying on Auto settings, combined with the ambient color-changing neon lights of PULSEbar.
But anyway, after waking up Monday morning with a hangover, a lot worse than I could have expected from just one Four Loko (along with about seven beers), I said that I don’t ever want to drink again, which will remain true until the next time I decide to drink. But one thing that will remain true is that my fascination with Four Lokos can officially be said to be completely over now. The shit is truly the Devil’s piss, and even after being burned by it for the first time at New Year’s, I couldn’t stand that I still had three extra cans, that ultimately would need to get drank some day.
Dragon-Con Stories: Asian guys with fancy cameras
A few months ago, I was on the prowl for a new camera. At first, the biggest holdup with acquiring a camera was the debate I was having with myself, if this was going to be the time that I stop bullshitting around, and finally get myself a nice, DSLR, and aspire to actually take some nice photographs. Granted, the drawback to that option is obviously the price of a good camera. Or, alternatively, with the improvements beyond my old Sony Cybershot’s capabilities, simply get yet another point-and-shoot camera, which would be cheaper, portable, and more conducive to my typical array of photographic bullshit activities.
Right before I went to Miami, I got my new camera, and it was a Canon PowerShot, or a point-and-shoot. This decision had nothing to do with cost, as I could very well afford a DSLR if I wanted to go in that direction, but I chose to go with point-and-shoot, based on a conversation I had about Asian guys with cameras. Considering a big chunk of photographs I take comes at places like Dragon-Con, or nerdy and/or public events, I thought about all the times I see awkward and/or creepo and/or fake-nice-to-girls-only Asian guys running around with fancy-schmancy cameras. And it occurred to me, that quite frankly, I just don’t want to be like any of that.
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If there were any fatalities
I won’t shed a single fucking tear. This picture IS the alternate route. Two fucking hours to get to fucking work is beyond absurd and the worst traffic I’ve sat in, in literal years. Fuck Atlanta.