Tekko 2018 (Part 4)

Sunday

I neglected to mention this yesterday, but I had more than enough to talk about for Saturday, so it's just as well. Anyway, we parked in the same place on Saturday and Sunday. The convention center garage was full all weekend, as I mentioned before. So were our second and third choices, all within a block or so of the convention center. But, to our luck, we happened to notice a sign advertising vacancies in the garage underneath the hotel attached to the convention center. So, after that parking garage debacle on Friday night, we had the good fortune of being able to park on Saturday and Sunday, go up the elevator into the hotel, walk across the sky bridge and take another elevator directly into the convention center, all without ever having to step outside! It's perhaps a few more steps (and probably more expensive) - although it depends which end of the convention center you're headed to, as the hotel elevator opens up right next to main events, while the escalators from the convention center garage (where most people enter) put you adjacent to the Exhibition Hall, and a longer walk from the panel rooms and everything else - but in terms of avoiding cold and blustery weather (as we tend to get during Tekkosnowcon these past few years - the weather this year was so cold, I never even made it up on to the roof of the convention center at any point during the weekend), it really is pretty ideal!

Dragonslayer!

Not much to do on Sunday except make one last sweep of the Exhibition Hall, and soak in the con atmosphere for as long as it lasts (which is 'til about three or four in the afternoon). Some people question the point of going to the con on Sunday, but being there is the whole point of the weekend. As soon as you leave, you're going to miss it. You might as well get as much of it as you can, while you still can. Plus, for someone like me who's racked up a bunch of cosplays (more than I can wear in one weekend), it's another excuse to get dressed up in something you probably couldn't wear back home. Like my sexy seifuku that I used for my tentacle rape cosplay last year. Though I left the tentacles behind, just because they're a real pain to deal with (getting all needy and everything).

At one point, a girl who herself was wearing an ultra skimpy cosplay (little more than a thong bikini with accessories), looked me over while I was sitting in a panel, and asked, "are you a trap?" It took me a moment to get my bearings - since I don't really see myself that way, even though I guess that's exactly how you could describe me when I'm dressed up like that - then replied with a straight face, "yes". She told me she had been about to remark at what a pretty girl I was until she sensed that there was more to the picture than meets the eye. -_^

As for activities, we caught the announcement of the winners of the AMV contest - although I didn't see anything super exciting this year. And then there was an 18+ panel I wanted to catch titled "The Cute Side of Rule 34". These things are always a gamble, but seeing as how I seem to have my wires crossed for cuteness and eroticism, I thought that maybe, just maybe, there might be some loli-friendly content. I should have known better. It was mostly yaoi - guys (and the occasional girl) in "adorable", yet also sexually explicit, situations. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course, but it's not really what I'm interested in. Honestly, the panel was pretty much the panelist just showing some of her favorite porn. Which, I mean, is fine and all - if you share her interests - but I can have a better time on my own, finding stuff that better suits my own tastes.

The end of the day came too fast, as it always does on Sunday, but con staff were already starting to shoo people off the con floor, so we took our leave. We headed out to Oakland for one last meal at Lulu's Noodles before we hit the highway. Though I have to say that, now that we've discovered the Ramen Bar, I think the heyday of Lulu's Noodles has passed.

Before I wrap up this year's con journal, let me take a moment to discuss the cosplay we saw all weekend. I've been less obsessed with other people's cosplays than I have been in the past - and certainly taking less pictures - but it's still a joy to see all the people dressed up (and down). I already mentioned how many bare asses there were, which was awesome. Of the few cosplays that stood out to me, I saw at least three different Negans - one of which was clearly the standout. I was tempted to shout out to him, "I am Negan!", but every time I got close, I felt intimidated. Just by him standing there! That's how you know it's a good cosplay.

Seeing as Rhonda and I had just finished up watching season 2 of Stranger Things, I was disappointed that there weren't more Stranger Things cosplayers. It wasn't until Sunday that I spotted a really good Steve, hanging out with Billy (I didn't recognize him with his shirt on :-p). I actually walked past him, and had to stop and turn around, and walk back to compliment him on his cosplay and ask for a picture. He had the hair and the sunglasses, but the nail bat really gave it away. Not much later, Rhonda spotted an Elle cosplayer not far from that same spot, and texted me a picture of her.

If there's a cosplay that was over-represented this year, I'd have to say it was Rick from Rick & Morty. Not that I disparage those cosplayers - it's a good character from a great show. Besides, it's a pretty easy cosplay - just put on a blue shirt, a lab coat, and a spiky blue wig, and you're set! But seeing all of them around made me feel like I was lost at the Council of Ricks (there's a group photoshoot idea)! It's actually inspired me to do a lab coat cosplay of my own - an idea I had while watching World Conquest Zvezda Plot a couple years ago. The character - Natalia Vasylchenko - is a scientist with long, blonde hair, who likes to wear little more than a lab coat over her underwear. The great thing about the outfit is that it's skimpy (which I enjoy), but it has something I can wear over me to keep warm in those frigid panel rooms and convention corridors!

And I think that's it! Another con here and gone. Time to reluctantly go back to the default world... :-(

Tekko 2018 (Part 3)

Saturday

As it always seems to go, we didn't get in to the con on Saturday as early as we did on Friday, on account of our wild, late night previous. Doug didn't even make it in until later that evening. But as soon as we got there, I noted that the convention center was a lot warmer than it had been the previous day. Which was a godsend, because I had two nearly naked cosplays lined up for that day. Both recycled from previous cons, but two of my personal favorites. The first I picked after reading the description for one of the panels I wanted to attend on Saturday. It was Anime Old Enough To Drink - celebrating anime that turns 21 this year (that is, anime that was released back in 1997). The synopsis for the panel described three animes without naming them, and not only was I able to recognize each one, they were all ones that I like - Perfect Blue, Princess Mononoke, and the original Berserk series. I figured this might be the perfect audience for my Griffith cosplay, since it's inspired by an obscure scene from one of the episodes of the old series (not duplicated in the new movies, which is probably what all the newer fans of Berserk are mainly familiar with).

So, I changed into my Griffith-in-a-towel cosplay, and headed for the Exhibition Hall for an hour or two. As usual, there were a few people here and there that recognized me, although many of them took a moment or two to place the character (probably because my outfit is not so iconic and from such an obscure scene). My favorite one was a guy who asked me if I was "that bird guy?" I was thinking, like, Micheal Keaton in Birdman? (Although it's true that Griffith is called "the White Hawk", or "the Hawk of Light", and his transformation is also kind of birdlike). But then he said, "the guy who literally screwed everyone over?" And I was like, "yup, that's the one." Lol. I had one girl in line at the bag check who approved of the fact that my cosplay basically consisted of a towel. And another girl later who, upon seeing me, stopped in her tracks and said, "what. the. hell." I asked her if she'd ever seen Berserk. Without a further word, she turned around and stormed off. You get a mix of reactions, but the good generally outweighs the bad.

Xib Hall

So, moving on to the Exhibition Hall. I was a man on a mission. I had $120 in cash tucked into my g-string (hidden beneath my towel), and I was looking for a souvenir. I'd already picked up two things the day before - a pretty Chobits shirt (to complement the one I bought last year), and a cute Sailor Moon drawstring bag, because I specifically needed a new bag (not too big, but not so small I couldn't stow my phone camera tripod in it) to carry whatever stuff I wanted on hand (and not stored at bag check or left in the car) around the con with me, and that wouldn't get in the way too much of my cosplays. But what I really wanted was something cute (and not a little bit sexy) to take home with me - ideally, a figure.

Trouble was, I was paralyzed by indecision. Maybe there just wasn't anything (for a reasonable price) that jumped out at me. I saw some cute figures, but I prefer to get characters I recognize. Not because of principles, but just because it has more meaning to me. That hasn't stopped me before, and in fact it's been the catalyst leading me to watch some good series I wouldn't otherwise have known about (Index/Railgun, Bakemonogatari, Prisma Illya, etc.) - and, indeed, I've just started watching Re:Zero out of curiosity after seeing a bunch of cute figures at the con with that title on the box. But I kept going back and forth and not being able to commit to picking a figure to take home with me. I decided that I really wanted an Ero-Manga Sensei figure, since I enjoyed that series (in spite of its over-inflatedly negative reputation), and there were a few to choose from. I could have gotten one for $25, but the one I really liked was a whopping $110! I didn't want to pay that much. If I was going to pay that much, I could have gotten a really badass posable Femto figure. But I didn't want to pay that much. I ended up doing a little comparison shopping online, and I came to the conclusion that I could get something better and cheaper on the web.

This figure's really cute.

Now, I don't know how these Chinese knockoffs square up, but for $10, I'm willing to give them a try. In the past, it was the excitement of going to the con and picking up something at the dealer's room just because it was there, and because you couldn't find shit like that anywhere else. Nowadays, you go to stores like fye at the mall, and it's a little mini-convention! Not to mention what you can find on the internet. I'd hate to see the dealer's room at conventions go the way of these brick-and-mortar stores that can't compete with the internet, but it's just such a grab-bag of what you can find. The series you happened to watch over the last year and love isn't necessarily the one that all the booths are going to be stocking merchandise from. I wanted to get some Japanese snacks, too (what's a convention without Pocky?), just for fun, but what's the point when you can just pick some up at the local grocery store back home? (Which, incidentally, is exactly what I ended up doing). I didn't buy a single other thing at the Xib Hall all weekend, as it turns out. For better or worse - I guess I'll just save that money for other things I can buy online.

Panels, then Dinner

So, around 3:30, I headed to the other end of the convention center to catch the panel on Iaijutsu - one of my favorite demonstrations Tekko holds. But by the time we got there - and I was kind of expecting this, to be honest - it was already packed, with people lined up against the walls. I know they need their space to be able to swing their swords around and all, but this is one of the coolest parts of the convention - they should give them more room. I didn't want to stand around peeking over people's shoulders at the door, though, so I ditched it. It's not a con if plans don't change fifteen times over the course of the day!

Instead, I just hung out, maybe hit the Xib Hall for a little bit longer, and then met up with Doug at the Anime Old Enough To Drink panel. It was fun to start - remembering all those old, obscure series you haven't thought about since the '90s - but got boring quick. I don't want to rant too much about the amateur quality of panels at Tekko (what can you expect from amateurs?), but if your panel consists of reading a series of synopses from a list of titles all released in a certain year - I mean, you can do this quicker and more easily yourself online. There should be more interactivity, to make it more interesting for the audience.

For dinner, I changed back into my warm, civilian clothes (which was a welcome change after shivering for an hour in those frigid panel rooms), and we walked a couple blocks to try out a different pizza place we hadn't tried before. On Friday we had our usual Pizza Parma, which is always delicious. But on Saturday we decided to try Joe & Pie, which was also delicious. They have a sweet sauce which I'm very partial to. Add it to the list of approved restaurants to visit during the con.

While we were there eating at the restaurant, I also saw my favorite cosplay of the weekend. There were four girls, aged around twelve or so (with adults in tow). One of them was dressed in serafuku with Sailor Moon's iconic red go-go boots. That would have been enough to get my attention, but I swear, she looked more like a fashion model than an anime geek. She was beautiful. I lament that we live in a culture that makes me paranoid about expressing my appreciation, lest anybody read some sinister intent into it. I would have loved to have taken a picture to remember her by. Alas, it's harder than ever to follow David Hamilton's words of inspiration ("if you...notice a face, or a body, that stands out from the crowd, the sight of which makes your heart leap in your breast, then stop. If your feeling is honest and sincere, it will help you find the right words") living in the anesthetic (as in, anti-aesthetic) world that actually killed him...

Sexy Pokémon

Back at the con, we warmed up for a bit and digested our dinners, while Rhonda played Pachinko, and then found our resolve to change into our speedos for our hotly anticipated Sexy Pokémon group cosplay. Two years ago I debuted my Sexy Pikachu. Last year Joe joined me with a Sexy Charmander (the fans all adore his "geek chic" tattoos). This year, Doug threw his hat into the ring and dressed up as Sexy Poliwhirl. And Rhonda played the part of Ash to lead us through the con.

But first, a digression. I made a point to try out the changing booths at the Cosplay Repair workshop this year. They were essentially cloth partitions set up in one of the convention rooms. It was an interesting experience. It's a vital resource - not having to rely on occupying limited restroom space to change into and out of your cosplays. But there were only four rooms, all very spacious. Which is good for large and involved cosplays (I especially appreciate the chairs and tables, and the mirrors, although only one of the two booths I tried had its own mirror). But I think the con would do well to make the booths a little bit smaller, but double or even triple the quantity.

A minus for some people, perhaps, would be the questionable level of privacy these booths provide. The cloth partitions were not fully opaque, allowing for the visibility of silhouettes. Even so, I had one person mistakenly open the curtain while I was changing, unsure if the booth was occupied. And in one of the booths, there was a huge gap in the corner such that anybody walking into the Cosplay Repair workshop, if they stood in the right place and looked in the right direction, could basically see everything as I stripped naked and struggled to position my genitalia in my Pikachu briefs (such that its outline wouldn't appear too "suggestive" to sensitive audiences). Personally, this sort of thing doesn't actually bother me. In fact, I appreciate the more open atmosphere. It feels like being behind-the-scenes at a fashion show, where everybody's half-naked and getting dressed, and nobody really cares (another good thing the feminists are trying to eradicate in our society). But I could definitely see where some people would find this off-putting.

So, for several hours, the four of us (three Pokémon plus Ash) paraded around the con. I swear, it really felt like we walked for hours without much in the way of a break. But that's kind of the point - giving people an opportunity to see us. We did stop to take some pictures here and there, and even caught a fireworks show visible from across the river. Reactions were largely positive (Tekko features a pretty accepting crowd - that's one of its major draws for me, personally - and the people who don't like it usually do a pretty good job of keeping it to themselves). One guy asked me if I was the "shiny" Pikachu (a Pokémon GO reference, I presume). One of my favorite exchanges was when a[nother] girl dressed as Ash with a cute Pikachu plush poking out of her backpack asked our Ash if she could trade Pikachus! We had a few people pose with us, standing in as temporary trainer. I liked that. I want people to feel involved with the cosplay. To have fun with it. Joe did a great job of communicating the point (that I've stressed in the past) that it's accepted (even a bit expected) for girls to walk around half naked at conventions (I swear, there were a whole lot of bare asses at Tekko this year - it was great!), but for guys not so much. We're just leveling the playing field!

And hey, for all the talk about how these cosplays may be "inappropriate" for younger audiences (personally, I've found in my experience that it's always the parents who complain, and not actually the children - kids love pulp, it's their parents that don't want them exposed to it), there was one familial unit late Saturday night, consisting of a rather more modestly dressed Charizard, and a little girl with Pikachu ears, who insisted on getting their picture taken with our group. Now that's the right attitude!

Anyway, I was very excited that Doug joined us this year (he did an excellent job on his cosplay!), and that we were able to expand our group again. His outgoing attitude definitely helped sell the experience; one girl specifically mentioned that his inclusion was vital to the group's reception. It's like Arlo Guthrie explained in Alice's Restaurant: people will write just one guy off as crazy, two guys they'll figure are queer, but if you get three, they'll start to think it's a movement! I feel like in the past a lot of people have been too shy or embarrassed to approach us. But now that the concept is taking hold...I feel like we're becoming something of an institution at the con. Whether or not we can expand our group beyond our limited social circle, and inspire strangers and more distant acquaintances to join in the fun, will determine how much further this escapade will go. I'd love to see a whole army of sexy Pokémon of all genders having a photoshoot together, but that's up to you, the crowd, and not me. It's been three years now, though, that I've worn this cosplay, and I think maybe it's time to adjust it to make it more sturdy and long-lasting.

Winding down to the end of the night, I skipped the Extreme AMV Contest this year for two reasons. One, I think I was having more fun strutting around in my Pikachu cosplay. And two, I always seem to complain that the AMVs aren't that good, anyway. Not to sound like a prude (believe me, I'm not), but the sexual content is all too often puerile and immature - the sexual equivalent of a fart joke, laughing at boobs and dicks, instead of telling a serious, erotic story (I imagine most people are more comfortable laughing at sex in a crowd than letting themselves actually get turned on - it's the adolescent giggle effect). Besides, I'm more into the cute side of erotica (more on that tomorrow). To illustrate, I thought High School of the Dead was dreadful, but not because I'm against fan service on principle. Ecchi shows are my favorite subgenre. It's just a matter of taste, is all.

To be concluded...

Tekko 2018 (Part 2)

A bad hair day for cosplay...

Friday

Friday was a bit of a last minute cosplay for me (to coordinate with a cosplay Doug's been wanting to do for a year or more). He was toast Rei, and I was yellow sundress Asuka. Casual versions of two of the main characters from Neon Genesis Evangelion. In spite of this series' pedigree, its popularity seems to have waned significantly. Most people just wanted to inform me that they didn't recognize me as a member of the Straw Hats (from One Piece) >_>;. One girl even thought I was the trainer Yellow from some version of Pokémon I'm not familiar with (the only yellow-adorned Pokémon trainer I'll acknowledge is Misty :-p). We did happen across a Misato and Kaji, with whom we took a picture - that was an unexpected surprise. Aside from that, the only recognition I got was when Doug pointed out a figure in the dealer's room (I'm sorry, Exhibition Hall) of my cosplay's namesake in the outfit I was wearing.

Asuka (yellow sundress version)

A perfect demonstration of the difference
between "crossplay" and "gender bending"

Asuka with "toast" Rei

Featuring Misato and Kaji!

I have more to say about both the cosplay we saw this year, and the Exhibition Hall, but let's do these things one at a time. As for panels on Friday, there was one earlier in the day that I was interested in - NEETs in Anime, but we (unsurprisingly) didn't make it to the con early enough for me to catch it. I did catch the tail end of the fashion show after dinner (Pizza Parma), but I have to admit this is becoming less of a priority for me. You just see so much great fashion among the crowds - and you can get much closer to them - it hardly seems worth it to sit around watching people walking out on stage in samey Lolita outfits (as much as I love them). But it's something to do.

Not that there aren't plenty of things to do at the con. I always feel overwhelmed - like the first time I step into the Exhibition Hall, and I can't even fathom where to begin. There's so much going on at any given time. Surging crowds of people. Panels and main events and the Exhibition Hall (can I call it, like, Xib Hall for short or something?). And then you have cosplays to change into and show off, and then change out of so you can go and grab lunch or dinner. Running back and forth between bag check. It's madness, but I think that's part of the appeal - you just get so wrapped up in the whirlwind of excitement and activity (even when you're exhausted and resting in the corner as the con continues on all around you), and you can't keep up, and you have no choice but to just submit to the experience. There's definitely such a thing as a con high (and it doesn't even require alcohol or other drugs, although I do know some who like to "enhance" their experience that way), and there's definitely a come down at the end of it all. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Magical Girls

Come Friday evening, I made it to one of the many panels about the mahou shoujo subgenre of anime - a Tekko Gakkou panel (which means more educational than usual) on the Genealogy of the Magical Girl. It was actually the panelist's thesis that she was presenting. It was informative - she identified seven waves of the subgenre (and did you know that Japan's magical girls were directly inspired by Bewitched?) - but I was not without certain criticisms. For one, she did not have a proper appreciation for Puella Magi Madoka Magica - treating it as an "intrusion" into the subgenre, rather than the intelligent deconstruction it is. Her stance was also too dependent upon gender politics - anything pandering to a male audience (as one of the earliest magical girl series, Cutie Honey, did) was similarly considered an "intrusion", rather than an expansion of the subgenre. Yet, at the same time, hyper-femininity (as presented in Sailor Moon and its derivatives) was considered "problematic".

I would have enjoyed more discussion of some of the most popular titles during the subgenre's heyday, delving into what makes a magical girl show tick, and a comparison of how different shows approach those things (e.g., transformations, costumes, magical artifacts, pet familiars), but this panel was focused more on a historical perspective, than an analytical one. It wasn't a debacle like "My Cosplay Brings All The Boys To The Con" from all those years ago (there was a panel this year titled "Cosplay is Not Consent is NOT Enough", but I wasn't going to touch that one with my ten inch pole (giggity)). I even got wind of a couple titles criticized for "inappropriate sexualization" of "very young" girls (Majokko Megu-chan, and Magical Angel Creamy Mami, welcome to my anime list!) - yet there was no mention whatsoever of Moetan, which does this in a very clever and self-aware manner.

The Parking Garage Fiasco

By around midnight on Friday, I was anticipating making a compromise on leaving early (yeah, anything before midnight is "early"), but my crew was surprisingly gung-ho about staying later (considering that one of them isn't used to staying up late, and another's schedule was all out of wack due to adjusting from working the night shift, and having already been up since the morning). So I was able to catch a late night panel on Crossplay. It was informative, and much better than that one we attended in a previous year. Then it was time to go home and rest up for another day of excitement. But that's when things started to get weird.

Let me start by explaining that it's hard to find parking on weekdays in Pittsburgh. Weekends are usually better (except when there are sports games or concerts going on). We always look for vacancies in the parking garage attached to the Convention Center (and I think it violates some kind of cosmic logic to purchase a badge for a convention and not be guaranteed a parking spot in the attached garage), but we didn't find a single one this year. On Friday, we ended up parking at some place a few blocks over. So we had a bit of a hike at the end of the day, through the snow, all of us exhausted. And me in the pair of thin ballet flats I wore for my cosplay!

So we eventually made it to our garage, with a little hesitation as to the block on which it was to be found. But when we went to the pay station to insert our ticket, the machine wouldn't take it. We tried it every which way, but to no avail. So eventually we queried the parking attendant on duty. He took one look at the ticket and said, "wrong garage." Which is weird, because I could have sworn, walking in, that it looked exactly like the garage we drove into earlier that day. But, assuming this guy knew what he was talking about (and, it turns out, he sort of did, and sort of didn't), I figured there must just be different parking garages with identical layouts. So back out into the cold and snow we went, to wander up and down the streets looking for a mythical parking garage that we wouldn't know even if we stumbled across it.

Normally, I would have been more game on this adventure, but I was seriously concerned about the lack of protection for my feet. My shoes had already been hurting me from a day of walking around (apparently the largest size of ballet flats they have still crush my feet), and now I was adding to that moisture and freezing temperatures. I seriously did not want to end up having to get my feet amputated. So I picked the nearest garage (which we were sure wasn't ours), and went inside just for the relative warmth (although there wasn't much of it, as this one wasn't underground), and shelter from the elements. I decided I'd wait there while the the other half of my crew kept searching for the right garage. Doug stayed with me.

At this point, even in our consternation, we were laughing about the absurdity of our situation. It reminded me of the time at Burning Man when Doug and I had to walk back to camp after the Temple Burn while it was snowing (in the desert!). Visibility was poor. The beacon we'd been using as a landmark kept moving around. People had stolen all the street signs. And somehow, in an art festival in the middle of the desert, we managed to stumble into a construction site. Standing in the parking garage waiting, Doug kept talking about how cool it would be if we were in the midst of a horror movie. I would have agreed, except that I recognized that I'd be the guy who tripped and broke his ankle, and ended up being the first one picked off by whatever killer or monster was stalking us. I also couldn't help thinking about how everyone watches horror movies and then shouts at the screen when the group splits up, saying it's a stupid thing to do, when I had done just that, thinking it was a good idea (and I stand by that). Turns out real life isn't like the movies.

Finally, the car pulled up. The other half of our crew had found it! Turns out, we had the right garage all along, just the wrong ticket. Reassured (after walking up and down the block) that there was no other garage in the vicinity that could be the one we'd parked in, Rhonda had gone back to the first one and decided to look to see if our car was actually there, ticket machine be damned. And, sure enough, it was! The correct ticket was inside the car. The one we'd had with us was actually the one from the day before. (It was prepaid, so we never had to turn the ticket in when we left). Madness. We got home by about three o'clock in the morning, making for an exhausting Saturday waiting for us over the next horizon.

To be continued...

Tekko 2018 (Part 1)

When I coined the term "Tekkosnowcon" three conventions ago (counting this one), I thought it was going to be a one time thing. This past weekend it snowed again, with daytime highs in the forties. That's only slightly above freezing. -_-;

As anticipated, and as appropriate for the cyclical nature of these things, as the [personal] theme of last year's con was growth, this was, in many ways (excepting one important one), a fallow year.

The con snuck up on us fast, in the midst of an unrelenting winter (I mean, it was eighty degrees in February, but it hasn't been mild again since the beginning of March), and zoomed past us - four short days of excitement, only for us to turn around and see it already receding into the distance behind us.

It doesn't even feel like it should be con yet, and now it's gone. I hadn't been putting much effort into prepping cosplays, or even watching a lot of anime (like last year) - except for catching up on Dragon Ball Super (I just finished the future Trunks arc). But it was, as always, still a lot of fun.

Dragon Ball Super

Thursday

We got a late start on Thursday, but made it in to the city for our new annual tradition of dinner at the Ramen Bar in Squirrel Hill (where I had a delicious bowl of curry ramen) - this year, with Doug in tow - and then to the convention center barely in time to pick up our badges. Probably because it was so late (almost nine - when registration closes on Thursday), we didn't have to stand in line at all this year.

Notably, they moved registration downstairs to the first floor this year, where nothing of any substance had previously been located. This actually makes a lot of sense, because (provided you're not coming in the hotel way, which we ended up doing Saturday and Sunday), it's the first thing you pass when you come in the door, and it makes it much easier for the staff to check badges before people get into the action proper (one short escalator ride up one floor).

So that's a pro. Here's a con: no booklets. We still get printed schedules, which is good, because I can't stand using the "guidebook app" to plan my day - I need the organization of the spreadsheet format. But if you want to read descriptions of all those panels, you'll need to pull out your mobile phone. I call this a con, but it has its advantages (one less thing to awkwardly carry around all day), and it's a logical adjustment, because it reduces printing costs, as well as waste (even I don't keep my con booklets indefinitely - and I'm a hoarder). So I think it's something we're all just going to have to get used to.

On the subject of changes, the badges are also bigger this year. I don't know if this is a pro or a con; it didn't really affect me much either way. Another change was the movement of bag check from beside the Exhibition Hall (downstairs on one end of the convention center), up to where all the panels and video rooms and main events are (upstairs at the other end of the convention center). I heard some grumbling from my group on this point - it's a further walk to put stuff you just bought at the Exhibition Hall into your bag check until you go home. But, honestly, I think it's more convenient this way, since it's closer to just about everything else you do at the con besides browse the Exhibition Hall. (Although that does constitute a significant portion of the con experience).

To be continued...