I first learned about Anime Conji back when I attended PMX with Aisu a few months ago. A San Diego anime convention was something that a few of us had been discussing in various forums, but actually putting it on ourselves seemed to me to be rather…too much like work, heh. So here was a guy passing out flyers for the first, and hopefully annual, anime convention for San Diego here at PMX. For those that are wondering, Pacific Media Expo is the convention that was started by Mike Tatsugawa after the management dispute of Anime Expo '04 and takes place in Los Angeles, California. At the time, like a complete dumbass, I took the flyer and forgot about it. It wasn't until a couple weeks before the convention that I saw a message on Facebook from Traci Hines who noted she'd be going there to put on a small concert with a few others. Smacking myself in the head, I immediately started the work I'd need in order to attend the convention. Given Anime Expo's recent issues, and likely decline, not to mention the problems we've occasionally had with some of their floor personnel over the years, another nearby convention to go to seems like something that would be best to cultivate if at all possible.
A warning...to the people...the good and...the evil. This. Is. War.
You know, for a song that embodies the warning we should have had during the series and movie this article tends to cover, it has a really nihilistic ending. I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, however.
On August 8th or 9th of 1986, depending on where you lived in the world, there came a movie to the theatres that etched it's mark upon the soul of the men and women of my generation and is the subject of much discussion even today. That movie was Transformers: The Movie, one of the many film entries into the toy/cartoon marketing craze that was all the rage in those days. Back then the whole toy/cartoon tie in was beginning due the relaxing of certain laws which limited such practices, so we wound up with all sorts of new and exciting shows aimed at little girls and boys as retailers and marketers experimented to see what worked. You won't find too much in the way of such variety now, and often what variety you do find has been imported and localized from our esteemed neighbors in Japan…though they too are falling into this trap. Back then was a golden time for such local entertainment, and never shall we see its like again.
Anime Expo. Fuck, what a year this was. I mean, of all the strange, outright and utterly weird ass shit that went down; things that happened that didn't need to happen; things that didn't happen that probably should have; and the painfully obvious fact that this year AX was strapped for cash. Hell, I could go on, and I will momentarily, but the overall theme of this year was me leaving the place with a "What the fuck was that?!" attitude.
I think for my next two reports, I'm going to take a different philosophy with them. Rather than a day by day report, which admittedly gets a little bit exhaustive...not to mention by this point my habits are known, I believe I shall simply talk in impressions of the convention overall.
Folks, I have a confession to make. I grew up on Nintendo. The first gaming system I owned was an NES. I spent many, many hours with Rad Racer. I could play all eight dungeons of Zelda with my eyes closed. Knew the precise spot to stand in to be safe from the rings in Mother Brain’s room. My next game system was n Super Nintendo, and then I finally got around to picking up a Game Boy when they came out with the black Pocket sized one. I loved the Dolphin, erm, Ultra 64, err, Nintendo 64, enjoyed the GameCube for what it was, and I think the Wii is a remarkably creative concept. I’ve owned every single system Nintendo has ever marketed, save the Virtual Boy – and that only because they were gone practically before I knew they existed. This is my gaming pedigree: Nintendo all the way back to the video gaming prehistoria.