back from AWA 18
Oct. 2nd, 2012 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
davemerrilljeez, been 18 years of these things. The con went really well. I mean, no ambulance calls, no flipouts, people were generally well behaved. Staff was on top of things and performing at top capacity. Guests and panellists had a lot of fun and seemed to enjoy themselves. Bought a little stuff in the dealers room, got to see a lot of friends and catch up, held a few panels that seemed to go well. We may have reached that happy medium between "horrifying disaster" and "transcendentally awesome life-altering experience" - the highs might not have been as mind blowing but the lows weren't as depth-dredgingly low.
for me personally I flew into Atlanta on Wednesday night and got to spend the night at my folks, catching up on family news and enjoying the new shed in the back yard.
Thursday I borrowed the family van and did a little pre-con shopping, picked up Gavigan at the airport, and visited the site of AWA 7 and 8, which is still a Sheraton attached to a convention center. The convention center is now totally empty and OFF LIMITS.
We hustled it back up to civilization and got settled just in time for me to get cracking on the SUPER HAPPY FUN SELL, the yard sale event. We had sold every table before the show, but that didn't stop a few very persistent people from deciding they could haul all their junk to AWA and just be handed a table. "I was told there would be tables for walk-ins." Not by me, you weren't.
Of course we did have some no-shows, so eventually everybody got to sit down and sell their junk. The SHFS setup might have been the most frustrating part of the show for me, if only because of the no-shows, the people insisting I give them a table, the people who were told they had a table when they did not, etc. Next year there will be some changes.
Then I went and did Old School Classroom for a while, screening MAKEN LINER 0011 and some of the Unico pilot film and the World Of Leiji Matsumoto and SUE CAT, all about an idol singing cat. Then it was bedtime.
Friday, we had a pre-show panellists orientation meeting at 11, which is a fantastic idea that I wish I'd come up with 18 years ago. Then it was time for Opening Ceremonies. Here's Lloyd and Stan working the crowd.
Then I went off and did a panel about Prince Planet, sat in on Fred Schodt's panel, had some lunch, wandered the show, bought some junk, saw some friends, had dinner at Maggianos with CB and Elizabeth and Parker.
On the way out to dinner we passed the Formal Ball, which is run by my brother Jason who's the events director. It's a formal ball, you need to be in formalwear. Fans being who fans are this means Jason spends the entire year explaining to people what 'formal' means, and wasting his time listening to the idiotic debating strategies of time-wasting morons who feel that the Rules Do Not Apply To Me I Am A Special Snowflake My Mommy Said So. Two of these goof-balls were attempting to talk their way into the formal ball dressed as Thing One and Thing Two. You know, from that well known Japanese anime manga artist Dr. Seuss. They were wearing nice jackets, but also red tights and Chuck Taylor sneakers. Jason was getting all het up so I stepped in and let them work their rhetorical magic on me, which consisted of them explaining that some other people were getting into the ball dressed less than formally (we're not talking about them, we're talking about you), how they could put on nicer pants (then go and do so, why don't you) and how they could put on dress shoes (if you had done so, we wouldn't be having this conversation)and where do we go to get our refunds (the table with the cash box on it, stupid). Seriously, these weren't even clean sneakers. "You're really hung up on the shoes!" one said. Well, basketball shoes are a deal-killer when it comes to a formal dance. Even *I* know that, and I wear shorts half the year and most of my wardrobe is T-shirts with Rory Hayes drawings or cereal box characters.
I heard later they lodged a complaint against us with some kind of AWA complaint-lodging organization I was previously unaware of. Lodging a complaint against the Merrill boys at AWA? Good luck with that one guys.
ANYWAYS we had some dinner and then it was time for Hell. I ran a bunch of old clips and new clips and people seemed to like it. I dunno, I got lots of compliments, I guess I'm doing something right. Ryan cranked up Midnight Madness, I retreated to Carl Horn's party for some post Hell libations, and got to bed at, I dunno, 3?
Saturday I did Greggo's Anime Match Game in the Betty White seat next to Vic. I haven't done one of these game shows in a long time, but I managed to come up with some amusing stuff to make the audience laugh and I was instrumental in allowing our final contestant to get some decent prizes. I hitched a ride with Rich Anderson to the Vortex down in Little Five Points to get a burger and reminisce about my youthful days buying REM LPs in Wax 'N' Facts. We got back to the con in time for me and Drew and Richard H. to do the Kokusai Eiga panel, which went well in spite of technical issues. Then it was time for the old peoples party up in the old peoples suite for the old peoples.
I'm of two minds about this. I like having a private party up away from the hubbub, but at the same time I feel really cut off from the rest of the show, at a crucial Saturday night time when people should be milling around and socializing in a larger pool than the pool we have to swim in, in a small hotel room. I am kicking around the idea of getting a Waverly function room, having the hotel set up a cash bar and some snacks, and having a reception/party for the over-21 set where the over-21 set can find it, open to anybody who can prove they're over 21. In conversations with AWA attendees over the weekend I did hear from people who would like something of this nature - one guy visited the Bebop Lounge and was disappointed that he couldn't get anything stronger than coffee.
The benefits of having a Waverly cash-bar event are that we could set up a sound system and have somebody DJ old school music, we could have a screen and be showing old videos and images, it would be someplace people could wander into, have a drink, wander out of to experience the rest of the con, wander back into.
Anyway it's just an idea at this stage. Stay tuned.
Speaking of events, Ed did the karaoke out in the food court of the Galleria and it seemed like a good use of the space. The food court is surrounded by CGCC function space on the upper level, giving performers a balcony to play to.
I did the Atlanta Anime Con Roundtable panel on Sunday at noon, at 3 I did the Tezuka panel, at 5 we did closing ceremonies, and at 6:30 Jason and I were on our way to Scalini's for the post-con dose of garlic and family. We spent the rest of the evening putting the con to bed and watching crazy videos on Neil's little media computer. Monday AM I got up later than expected, packed, got downstairs, said bye to the people I could find, and before I knew it I was at the airport. The flight was a little bumpy, but I finally made it home to Toronto, and now I'm sitting here typing this.
This year I got to reconnect with a lot of people I hadn't seen in years and years - Meri Davis from A-Kon, Jeff Bullock, Jay Finch - and catch up with locals whom I see more regularly, and make some new friends, and spend more time talking to people whom I only spend a little time talking to. Got to see a lot of babies and toddlers and teenagers, got to see some folks from my generation who are dealing with health issues and life issues, we got to do some events that I think went beyond just stupid cartoons and managed to make a difference in people's lives. That's a bonus, I think. Usually I get done with a convention and I feel wiped out and exhausted, but this is one of those years where instead my head is filled with plans for next year. I guess that means it was a good show.
for me personally I flew into Atlanta on Wednesday night and got to spend the night at my folks, catching up on family news and enjoying the new shed in the back yard.
Thursday I borrowed the family van and did a little pre-con shopping, picked up Gavigan at the airport, and visited the site of AWA 7 and 8, which is still a Sheraton attached to a convention center. The convention center is now totally empty and OFF LIMITS.
We hustled it back up to civilization and got settled just in time for me to get cracking on the SUPER HAPPY FUN SELL, the yard sale event. We had sold every table before the show, but that didn't stop a few very persistent people from deciding they could haul all their junk to AWA and just be handed a table. "I was told there would be tables for walk-ins." Not by me, you weren't.
Of course we did have some no-shows, so eventually everybody got to sit down and sell their junk. The SHFS setup might have been the most frustrating part of the show for me, if only because of the no-shows, the people insisting I give them a table, the people who were told they had a table when they did not, etc. Next year there will be some changes.
Then I went and did Old School Classroom for a while, screening MAKEN LINER 0011 and some of the Unico pilot film and the World Of Leiji Matsumoto and SUE CAT, all about an idol singing cat. Then it was bedtime.
Friday, we had a pre-show panellists orientation meeting at 11, which is a fantastic idea that I wish I'd come up with 18 years ago. Then it was time for Opening Ceremonies. Here's Lloyd and Stan working the crowd.
Then I went off and did a panel about Prince Planet, sat in on Fred Schodt's panel, had some lunch, wandered the show, bought some junk, saw some friends, had dinner at Maggianos with CB and Elizabeth and Parker.
On the way out to dinner we passed the Formal Ball, which is run by my brother Jason who's the events director. It's a formal ball, you need to be in formalwear. Fans being who fans are this means Jason spends the entire year explaining to people what 'formal' means, and wasting his time listening to the idiotic debating strategies of time-wasting morons who feel that the Rules Do Not Apply To Me I Am A Special Snowflake My Mommy Said So. Two of these goof-balls were attempting to talk their way into the formal ball dressed as Thing One and Thing Two. You know, from that well known Japanese anime manga artist Dr. Seuss. They were wearing nice jackets, but also red tights and Chuck Taylor sneakers. Jason was getting all het up so I stepped in and let them work their rhetorical magic on me, which consisted of them explaining that some other people were getting into the ball dressed less than formally (we're not talking about them, we're talking about you), how they could put on nicer pants (then go and do so, why don't you) and how they could put on dress shoes (if you had done so, we wouldn't be having this conversation)and where do we go to get our refunds (the table with the cash box on it, stupid). Seriously, these weren't even clean sneakers. "You're really hung up on the shoes!" one said. Well, basketball shoes are a deal-killer when it comes to a formal dance. Even *I* know that, and I wear shorts half the year and most of my wardrobe is T-shirts with Rory Hayes drawings or cereal box characters.
I heard later they lodged a complaint against us with some kind of AWA complaint-lodging organization I was previously unaware of. Lodging a complaint against the Merrill boys at AWA? Good luck with that one guys.
ANYWAYS we had some dinner and then it was time for Hell. I ran a bunch of old clips and new clips and people seemed to like it. I dunno, I got lots of compliments, I guess I'm doing something right. Ryan cranked up Midnight Madness, I retreated to Carl Horn's party for some post Hell libations, and got to bed at, I dunno, 3?
Saturday I did Greggo's Anime Match Game in the Betty White seat next to Vic. I haven't done one of these game shows in a long time, but I managed to come up with some amusing stuff to make the audience laugh and I was instrumental in allowing our final contestant to get some decent prizes. I hitched a ride with Rich Anderson to the Vortex down in Little Five Points to get a burger and reminisce about my youthful days buying REM LPs in Wax 'N' Facts. We got back to the con in time for me and Drew and Richard H. to do the Kokusai Eiga panel, which went well in spite of technical issues. Then it was time for the old peoples party up in the old peoples suite for the old peoples.
I'm of two minds about this. I like having a private party up away from the hubbub, but at the same time I feel really cut off from the rest of the show, at a crucial Saturday night time when people should be milling around and socializing in a larger pool than the pool we have to swim in, in a small hotel room. I am kicking around the idea of getting a Waverly function room, having the hotel set up a cash bar and some snacks, and having a reception/party for the over-21 set where the over-21 set can find it, open to anybody who can prove they're over 21. In conversations with AWA attendees over the weekend I did hear from people who would like something of this nature - one guy visited the Bebop Lounge and was disappointed that he couldn't get anything stronger than coffee.
The benefits of having a Waverly cash-bar event are that we could set up a sound system and have somebody DJ old school music, we could have a screen and be showing old videos and images, it would be someplace people could wander into, have a drink, wander out of to experience the rest of the con, wander back into.
Anyway it's just an idea at this stage. Stay tuned.
Speaking of events, Ed did the karaoke out in the food court of the Galleria and it seemed like a good use of the space. The food court is surrounded by CGCC function space on the upper level, giving performers a balcony to play to.
I did the Atlanta Anime Con Roundtable panel on Sunday at noon, at 3 I did the Tezuka panel, at 5 we did closing ceremonies, and at 6:30 Jason and I were on our way to Scalini's for the post-con dose of garlic and family. We spent the rest of the evening putting the con to bed and watching crazy videos on Neil's little media computer. Monday AM I got up later than expected, packed, got downstairs, said bye to the people I could find, and before I knew it I was at the airport. The flight was a little bumpy, but I finally made it home to Toronto, and now I'm sitting here typing this.
This year I got to reconnect with a lot of people I hadn't seen in years and years - Meri Davis from A-Kon, Jeff Bullock, Jay Finch - and catch up with locals whom I see more regularly, and make some new friends, and spend more time talking to people whom I only spend a little time talking to. Got to see a lot of babies and toddlers and teenagers, got to see some folks from my generation who are dealing with health issues and life issues, we got to do some events that I think went beyond just stupid cartoons and managed to make a difference in people's lives. That's a bonus, I think. Usually I get done with a convention and I feel wiped out and exhausted, but this is one of those years where instead my head is filled with plans for next year. I guess that means it was a good show.
