I feel the need to write something before I embark on a four-day weekend a week before the craziest four-day weekend of the year. Needless to say, between the events of this weekend, and the events of next weekend, there really isn’t going to be much time for me to actually makes posts to my beloved brog, unless it is of the mobile and fluffy variety. I take pride in my ability to maintain commitment to my brog, and refusal to let it become one of the millions of blogs out there that have gathered dust and been abandoned by disillusioned posers from all walks of life.
Anyway despite the fact time is kind of at a premium this time of year, every year, I’m embarking to upstate New York this weekend, for a massive minor league baseball trip. In four days, I’ll be seeing four new minor league ballparks, which means that there will be four new entries into my baseball parks site in the future. My best friend and I have yet to do our annual baseball road trip this year, and this is going to rectify that.
And then of course, there’s Dragon*Con the following weekend. Most people reading my brog in the first place have a general understanding of what D*C is about in the first place, so there’s really not much to say about the expectations. As I do every year, I look forward to seeing friends from near and far, and pretending like I can take a decent picture of people in costumes. But really, it’s going to be like eating at the Peachtree Center Willy’s like seven times and probably getting blitzed drunk at least once during the weekend, with veiled hopes that I’ll meet a girl through drunken happenstance.
Of course I’m looking forward to Dragon*Con.
But yeah, since it doesn’t look like I’m going to have the time to make many, if any, posts at all prior to Dragon*Con, making my August total post count pale in comparison to all the other months and years I’ve been brogging, I’m going to be a little all over the place with the rest of this post (as if that’s any different than usual).
Ever since my last trip up to Northern Virginia, and dealing with family bullshit, I’m fairly positive that my fuse has been precariously short. Even I’m aware to how much less patience I have for life in general lately, and everything seems to peeve me more frequently than usual. I think I’m short-tempered, and commuting to and from work is making me hate life sometimes. Either the world around me has gotten dumber and pays lesser attention than ever, or it’s my lack of patience really noticing how much everyone is inconveniencing me.
Sometimes, I think I need therapy. Like, really. Friends and family are always saying that they’re there for me when I need it, but I don’t really think I can always rely on them. Either people aren’t really there when I need them, because let’s face it, we’re all busy people with our own lives, and sometimes it’s not convenient to have to listen to someone wanting to vent. Or, there are people who are desensitized to divorce or having a dysfunctional family, because they’ve been through it themselves, and offer me zero to little sympathy, empathy, or are just too hardened by it to be of any comfort.
But enough of that emo-y bullshit, I’m sure all seven of my readers are tired about reading about it by now.
For the past two weeks, I’ve gotten a good bit of entertainment out of SyFy’s Heroes of Cosplay. Obviously, television is going to do whatever it takes with the footage they’ve filmed to make the most captivating and dramatic television they can make, but two episodes in, and the show’s done a good job of portraying completely missing the point of people dressing up at conventions in the first place.
I won’t really delve that much further into it, but one message that was conveyed that glares a little to me was that people “should be mindful” of what they dress as, and should stay somewhat close to their own physical attributes when selecting a character to portray. This directly contradicts the message spoken by the same person in the promos of “you can be who you want to be with COSPLAY!!1” because 300 lb people shouldn’t dress up as a characters that are svelte and slim, black guys should stop trying to dress up as Ryu, and pretty much I should stop trying to dress up as characters that aren’t chubby Asian males.
Ironically by this logic, the person who made this statement should probably stick to Chun-Li, Mulan, Ada Wong, Lei-Fang and only Asian females, but that’s just my opinion.
It’s nothing personal, and I am finding the show entertaining, albeit in a more ironic way, but still, nothing’s going to take away the fact that after being a geeky, somewhat discreet subculture for so long, it was successfully pitched into a nationally-televised program.
And I guess that’s really it for now, I suppose. As much as I’m looking forward to these events, I’m also kind of looking forward to when they’re in the rearview mirror too. I haven’t really had much time, in general, to just do, nothing. It always feels like there’s a deadline looming somewhere, and once Dragon*Con passes, that feeling probably dissipates. I can catch up on TV shows (maybe), actually watch a Braves game, actually maybe GO to a Braves game, and relax a little bit.
Most importantly, I look forward to getting to playing League again. Shit, I LITRALLY. Haven’t played a single game since the day before Comic-Con, back in mid-July.
