The Biggest Pair of Cajones Caper

I haven't done a lot at the con this year, but oddly enough feel compelled to do up an unofficial Anime North' 08 report. The dealer's room was same as last year, nothing but T&A galore AND sundry anime paraphernalia. However, I later discovered a wooden-hut tucked away in the corner, with 3 white dudes in front and a suit of Samurai armor erected in the back of the structure, lending the vendors some Japanese street-cred I suppose. To my amazement, that joint specializes in Japanese Martial Arts, ranging from sword play to Taijustsu. I was like, "HOLY SHIT!! That's pretty bad ass!!" and took their business card for future reference. I figured if I ever needed to defend myself or people I care about, I could throw down and whup the dude's ass with some Taijutsu, and then vanish via smoke-bomb a la Batman before the cops arrive.

Other than that, it's a shame I didn't get to see as many peeps as I'd hoped for. However, I was delighted to run into Kristy and Sheena on Saturday, but then I was baffled by Kristy's booblessness. I never thought I'd live long enough to see the day. Nevertheless, it was exciting to run into Kamina-sama(Sheena is Awesome) and Simon en route to their dirt heap photo shoot. When I turned around I spotted a Spartan 300 dude clad in a gray T-shirt, presumably to cover up his otaku-gut, armed with a spear and a helmet. I thought that was fairly amusing, but not spartan enough in comparison to the scandalous skit that I performed in on Friday night.

This brainchild was conceived on one steamy night of "What Ifs?", then one thing led to another, Liz and I wound up developing a sketch about the certifiable Millennium Group performing Springtime For Hitler on stage. It contains zero Jew-nocide and it's very sanitized; but not in a ethnic cleansing way. Having said that, one still couldn't fathom why this ensemble was robbed of their chance at "Best in Show", or at the very least, "The Biggest Pair of Cajones Award".


Though, the positive feedback from Youtube viewers is very uplifting, but the reality of this fiasco is we didn't win for reasons unknown. Presumably due to the lack of poise and lousy timing in our performance, which I thought would play out extremely well for these maniacal ruffians who can maim, who can ravage but JUST can't dance to save their asses and to stop Geneon from canceling HELLSING ULTIMATE. Obviously, it went well with the panel of provincial judges. If, however, we didn't win anything because we were judged before we even went on stage, then that's horseshit! Sure! we were sporting Nazi gear to portrait a band of fictional villains (Pay attention, kids! It's only fictional) on stage. It's not like we were spreading messages of Jew-hate, then dragged one out, sit on his head and gassed him to death. No! These fictional Nazis were defeated by the corporate power of Geneon. I think pretty much the moment we busted the flags out, the show director(probably a jew) was like, "Oy Vey! Fuck these Nazi-lovers! Cut the feed on the cameras!! Now!!!" and put the kabosh on us.

Ultimately, I'd like to believe that it was our poor planning and express-rehearsal for the very first time before the show that doomed us, and not of someone's provincial judgment.