Complexes

Lately, I’ve felt like drawing. This may not seem like a big deal, but it kind of is to me, because I haven’t really done much drawing in quite some time. I just haven’t really had any motivation to do it.

Sometimes I wonder if the people I know are aware that I used to draw quite a lot when I was younger. With the current company I keep these days, I can’t say that I’d be surprised if there were people that were unaware of my more artistic childhood, given the fact that most of my current hobbies and interests revolve around sports, athletics, physical fitness or things like reading books or playing video games. But the truth is that I used to draw a whole lot when I was much younger.

Whether I was any good or not is completely subjective to the eye of whomever is looking at anything I’ve drawn, but as is often the case with lots of artistic types, I can’t say that I’ve ever really been that satisfied with the things I’ve drawn in my lifetime.

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No need to be so literal to understand this

Long story short: high school junior is suspended for writing YOLO on the essay portion of a standardized test, taking a picture of it, and tweeting it out for the world to see.

Naturally the kid is being an indignant little shit about it, and playing it off in the typical aloof and devil-may-care attitude that’s synonymous with typical troll behavior, his mom is all up in arms, and there are all sorts of questioning to why he’s being punished so severely for what seems like a harmless gesture.

While it’s true that what he did do, and the photo he posted was pretty much harmless, because he’s giving up no answers or any critical information, I’m still 100% in favor of this little asshole getting punished.  Why?

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Photos: Momocon photos, all five of them

Yeah so, the Spartan Race and Momocon were on the same day. I didn’t have much idea to just how long the Spartan Race was going to take, and I had difficult tearing myself away from the spectator section of the finish line to watch people get pummeled by the two gladiators. Needless to say, the Spartan Race consumed more of the day than I had thought it would, and by the time I cleaned up and made my way back to downtown Atlanta for Momocon, most of the day was gone. But it was all good.

Typically, anime conventions don’t really interest me these days, because they’re just a reminder of just how old as fuck I am, and I think that most of the kids that go to them are also fucking retards. But this one’s right in my backyard, and I knew that there would be a few people I’d be interested in seeing, so I decided to give it a whirl. It was a good choice, even if I took like, barely any photos.

Sure, Momocon succeeded in reminding me of how old I am, but more importantly in spite of how little time I actually spent there, it was well spent catching up with my boy Orrie, whom I’ve known for just about almost 15 years now, but haven’t really seen in ages.

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Does high school anonymity exist anymore?

I was listening to the 2012 Best of the Howard Stern show, and there was a segment about a kid who put out a video on YouTube that sort of went viral earlier in the year, about how he would jack off to the Facebook pictures of all the girls he knew.  Because clearly all the girls that bothered to friend him had, or had their privacy settings set to where he could creep to the slutty pictures that all teenage girls seem incapable of not uploading.  It’s a catchy tune to be honest, and the lyrics are funny, but yeah in the end, the underlying message is still pretty creepy.

When the Stern Show managed to get the kid on the air, it turns out that he’s some dumb teenage black weeaboo into anime, has no friends, and is more or less completely oblivious to the fact that he’s 17 with no inkling of idea what he’s going to do with his future, and absolutely no preparation for what the adult world is going to be like when it comes crashing down on him when he’s done with high school.  And no genuine understanding of that something like this video is never going to be fully erased from the internet no matter if he takes it down or not, and that if the right (or wrong) people find it, it could seriously jeopardize his future prospects in so many varying ways.

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In memorandum: The resistance

For years, I resisted in signing up for a LiveJournal account.  I don’t really know why, other than the fact that so many people I already knew were already there.  I didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing, but for some reason, I resisted in joining something everyone else had joined.  Eventually, I did join, and to no surprise, it wasn’t the end of the world.  It was a pretty good way of keeping in touch with some people.

For years, I resisted in signing up for a MySpace account.  I don’t really know why, other than the fact that so many people I already knew already had their own.  I didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing, but I disliked how commercial, how ad-ridden, and how plagued it was with shitty musicians, spam-bots soliciting shitty webcam sex girls, but a lot of my friends were there.  Eventually I did join, and to no surprise, it wasn’t the end of the world.  It wasn’t as good of a means of keeping in track of people, but it did serve its purpose somewhat; the last time I heard from MySpace, someone named Jose had simply assumed my account, despite the fact that it was free for anyone to get their own.  Good riddance?

As of this past weekend, I broke down the latest resistance and signed up for a Facebook account.  And to no surprise, it’s not the end of the world.

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I don’t really care about Mass Effect anymore

My friend forwarded me a link today; it was for some upcoming Mass Effect 3 downloadable content.  I haven’t even downloaded the “updated” ending downloadable content that was released, some time ago, I don’t really remember when. The point is, I realized that I didn’t really care about this new downloadable content.

The bottom line is that the way the Mass Effect 3 ended, I guess had a bigger impact on me than I thought it would.  I don’t remember abhorring it like lots of people all over the internet did, but at the same time, I don’t actually remember feeling any sort of satisfaction at it either.  All I really know is that going through the game a second time, as the ultimate renegade, as I had done in both prior MEs, felt more like a chore than being an entertained demi-god, stomping everything in sight.  In fact, I didn’t even finish that game, because I first wanted to get 100% galactic readiness, but then that most certainly became a chore, and I never pursued it.

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Yes, there was a stripper pole in the dealers’ room

I mean, there’s really not a whole lot I can really add to that.  There was in fact, a stripper pole inside the dealers’ room at Otakon.

Looking at the writing on the base of the pole stand, it’s marked something about “pole fitness,” and I don’t deny for a second that it takes a tremendous amount of physical exertion and training to be able to work a stripper pole like well, a stripper, but I’m not sure who this dealer thinks they’re kidding when they’re displaying a stripper pole in a merchants’ exhibitor hall.

When I saw this, my jaw kind of lowered half an inch.  I know Otakon has grown to massive proportions and being so big, they’re exposed to a ton more merchants who want to peddle and market their goods at the convention.  The presence of obvious booth babes was no surprise, given how big the convention has grown and the cheap tactics some dealers will employ to get customers to them instead their competitors, but when I saw a place marketing stripper poles, complete with hired Panty & Stocking cosplayers to parade around the display model, I was kind like “wow.”

Honestly, I don’t really know what to think.  Not that I’m some authority on decency or anything, but I can’t help but think the whole thing is tacky and kind of inappropriate.  It’s minutely amusing, but I kind of wonder what goes on through the heads of the numerous parents who were roped into being at Otakon with their kids; I’m sure the dads were thrilled, but conservative parents probably had aneurisms when they saw a stripper pole in the dealers’ room.

I guess in the end, this is another one of those “I guess I done got too old” moments.  I remember Otakons, and conventions in general of the past, having dealers’ rooms where people banked on having the rare items, the things they couldn’t find anywhere online from the 13 official dealers listed on Anipike or had ads in Animerica.  The advent of the internet has easily changed that landscape, turning today’s dealers’ rooms into glorified show rooms for people to look for what they want, and then hunt for it online at a better price.

And now we got stripper poles and booth babes all over the fuckin’ place.  Ahh, how the times have changed.