About twice a year, I indulge myself with some anime. This usually occurs whenever my bi-yearly College Federal Aid comes in. It's embarrassing, yes, but not as much when it means I can fit new junk on my shelves back home.
I usually put a lot of thought into what I buy. Considering that I hardly ever get to buy anime, that there are barely any decent stores in my local area that carry anything beyond Naruto, Dragon Ball Z, or Bleach boxed sets, and that, deep down, I'm an apologetic anime-nerd, my anime shopping-sprees are few-and-far-in-between. I don't just get any shows, I get the good stuff.
I think, in retrospect, that that's a plus of my infrequent anime shopping habits: the added time for research. While other people plunker down a good $45 for a Code Geass season (have fun with that ending!), I can avoid the possible disappointment and get stuff I know is good. It helps that most of what I like to watch is old, not to mention usually cheap.
If it's one thing I don't like, however, it's that the stuff I want to get is usually hard to find in decent sets. I lucked out last semester when an attempted purchase at Hobby Links Japan failed (sorry, guys!) and I found a nice boxed set for Burn Up Warrior for a decent price, for example, but my attempts at acquiring Tsukikage no Ran: Carried By The Wind just made me sad.
Ironically enough, I haven't exactly been buying anime for very long. Despite how much I talk and know about it, I've only been seriously into anime and manga since December of 2006. The first anime I bought was a Ruroni Kenshin DVD I found at Gamestop for $10. Now, I've got GaoGaiGar, Kiddy Grade, Simoun, Slayers seasons 1-3, Interstella 5555: 5tory of the 5ecret 5tar 5ystem...not bad for a beginner, I'd say! What's more, I haven't been buying off of the internet for very long, either--last August was the first time I got anything off of Amazon. Thanks for Plan 9 From Outer Space, Amazon!
This time, I want to try buying anime from Right Stuf. I don't want to toot their horn (they've only sold me an Outlanders DVD for, like, $5--which I haven't watched yet), but, Holy Mother of my Uncle, they've got a huge backlog! The best part: DVD singles for $5! If you're the type of fan who has stayed away from buying because DVDs are too expensive, then I urge you, take ten minutes to look through Right Stuf's Bargain Bin. The only way you'll walk away unimpressed is if you don't have a soul.
Anyway, my list, so far, for what I have planned to purchase is as follows:
Moonlight Lady DVD 1
Moonlight Lady DVD 2
Moonlight Lady DVD 3
Crest of the Stars Boxed Set
Giant Robo Boxed Set
Kinda small, yes, but hey, space elves and giant robots. Can't go wrong with that.
...What? What's with the weird look?
lunes, 15 de febrero de 2010
martes, 2 de febrero de 2010
Godspeed, Gateway to Heaven!
Last summer, my precious Gateway laptop--a thing of beauty, I tell you!--started glitching up. There were a lot of inconsistencies with the battery and power source, basically. It was only yesterday that I was able to send my poor Io (that's his name) to Gateway to be repaired. All the better, considering that the warranty expires on the seventeenth.
Let's all hope my precious Gateway to Heaven is repaired soon...!
Let's all hope my precious Gateway to Heaven is repaired soon...!
martes, 26 de enero de 2010
My Friend "R"
My good friend 'R' called me in the wee hours of Friday Morning--at 12:34, to be exact, barely half an hour before I went to bed that night! R has been at a National Guard training base someplace in one of the Carolinas, so I'm guessing that, due to the time difference, he must have been calling me at some time around ten, maybe ten-thirty. It's a real shame, seeing as I haven't gotten to really speak to R since late December of last year.
R is a particularly good friend of mine. We met in my second semester of college, but we really didn't become friends until the third. I could write a book on all of the things that's happened to him--what's worse, people would think it's a fantasy! He's caught dengue twice in one month, he was totally numb for a day after overdosing on Panadol, he was accidentally mugged by a neighbor in New York City... I think that the worst thing about the poor boy is that he's got such terrible luck with women.
Now, R is a decently handsome guy (and people say we both look like brothers, so I like to think that it's my severe lack of social skills that keeps me single, but that's another story!), but somehow, for some reason, women are drawn to him. Our mutual friend/girl, "M", is an exception, but yes, R has an (unconscious) way with women, and it never works out. The women he get stuck with are, for lack of a better word, apeshit crazy. In the three years I've known R, he's had three stalkers, and if she's not a stalker, then she's only trying to go out with someone who's close to R.
Fortunately, there have been a few instances where R lucks out, and boy, does he luck out. If sexual experience were a fatal disease (metaphorically speaking, of course), R would get as sick as you can get without dying. Personally, I think that discounts him as being a virgin, but R was always adamant that he was. I say 'was' because it seems that R managed to get his: some time ago, both R and M informed me that R was in the middle of a pregnancy scare! Luckily, it was just that, a scare, and R can continue his life without worrying about paying child support, but it figures that the one time R FINALLY gets to have his way, he has to pay for it.
I used to think that I would get laid before R ever would, considering how rotten both of our streaks with women are, but in light of recent events, that line of thought doesn't really apply any more. So, as usual, all bets are off with R, and I'm stuck with my brain bent into an origami chrysanthemum, wondering what the hell is going to happen to poor R next.
I wonder what he wanted to talk about...?
R is a particularly good friend of mine. We met in my second semester of college, but we really didn't become friends until the third. I could write a book on all of the things that's happened to him--what's worse, people would think it's a fantasy! He's caught dengue twice in one month, he was totally numb for a day after overdosing on Panadol, he was accidentally mugged by a neighbor in New York City... I think that the worst thing about the poor boy is that he's got such terrible luck with women.
Now, R is a decently handsome guy (and people say we both look like brothers, so I like to think that it's my severe lack of social skills that keeps me single, but that's another story!), but somehow, for some reason, women are drawn to him. Our mutual friend/girl, "M", is an exception, but yes, R has an (unconscious) way with women, and it never works out. The women he get stuck with are, for lack of a better word, apeshit crazy. In the three years I've known R, he's had three stalkers, and if she's not a stalker, then she's only trying to go out with someone who's close to R.
Fortunately, there have been a few instances where R lucks out, and boy, does he luck out. If sexual experience were a fatal disease (metaphorically speaking, of course), R would get as sick as you can get without dying. Personally, I think that discounts him as being a virgin, but R was always adamant that he was. I say 'was' because it seems that R managed to get his: some time ago, both R and M informed me that R was in the middle of a pregnancy scare! Luckily, it was just that, a scare, and R can continue his life without worrying about paying child support, but it figures that the one time R FINALLY gets to have his way, he has to pay for it.
I used to think that I would get laid before R ever would, considering how rotten both of our streaks with women are, but in light of recent events, that line of thought doesn't really apply any more. So, as usual, all bets are off with R, and I'm stuck with my brain bent into an origami chrysanthemum, wondering what the hell is going to happen to poor R next.
I wonder what he wanted to talk about...?
viernes, 22 de enero de 2010
Maximal Lost
Since I recently started collecting Japanese Revoltech figures, and currently have one semi-assembled model kit, I've decided I might just start figure-collecting proper. It's still something that causes me no end of mental grief, if only because it's very hard to have respect for a man to collect little toys in his twenties. At least nobody was going out with me in the first place!
One trait of mine is that I usually try to diversify my intrests as much as possible (unless we're talking about video games). With four Japanese figures on my shelves (two in a state of 'un-creation'), I figured it was high time I pulled my old Transformers out of the basement.
A bit of history: I had the kind of grandma that would buy me anything if I asked for it. This ended when I was twelve when I overheard my Dad complaining about how I'd always come back from my Grandma's with a new toy, but by then, I had amassed a small platoon of Beast Wars Transformers and one plain-old SR-71 Blackbird Transformer. Some of them didn't keep my interest for long (Transmetal Rattrap and Terrorsaur come to mind), some were too simple (some snapping-turtle scout), and the others we just plain-old badass (Transmetal Megatron, the aforementioned jet whose name has been lost to time, Dinobot II). These guys usually fought little battles in my room, but then one day, there came the Terrible War for Space and Time. Tried as they might, they lost Space to my books and Time to my homework, dooming my (well-cared-for) Predacons to the Basement, a gloomy and humid realm where no one, Predacon or Maximal (or Decepticon, or Autobot, or Constructicon, or...) has ever returned to tell the tale!
That basement really is a terrible place. My family built it on-the-fly out of need, seeing as we had more junk left over from when we lived in P___________ than we had anticipated, and at first, it worked well as a storage space, until we learned of the destructive powers of Mold. Furniture, whole book collections, clothing...suffice it to say that the bonfire we had was of Viking proportions. To top it off, this was years before my Transformers were doomed to their forced retirement.
So, one day during Christmas Vacation, I decided to brave my way through the weeds and wasp hives to the basement. It was as forlorn as ever, what with an old Rush Limbaugh book moldering away in one corner, and an old box of my sister's Babysitter's Club books in another. So, turning on a light, I set to work!
Years of Burger King kid's meals had ensured that all of my old toys were in a big plastic box. The moisture had ensured that most of it smelled dank, and that the metal in the toys was rusted to oblivion. It didn't take long to find a few survivors: Dinobot II surfaced quickly enough, looking as good as ever (if one can look good as a skeletal robot). In a twist of irony, the other Predacons, Transmetal Megatron and Transmetal Terrorsaur, looked like they recieved a long, tiring beating from Omega Spreem...and Father Time. The chrome on Megatron was faded all over, and one of the metal pins that allowed his dinosaur head to flip around (thus ensuring transformation) had disintegrated into rust. A fitting end for a villain, yessss, but not for the legend voiced by David Kaye--nooooo.....
That said, Megatron got off easy, yesss... Terrorsaur was missing a leg, and apparently, a wing-blade, too. And his beast-mode's beak. And his dignity.
It didn't take long for Transmetal Rattrap to pop up. He was almost as bad as Megatron, if not worse: his body was intact, save for one half of his beast-head, but the chrome on his body was really badly eaten away. Fortunately, I never really liked Rattrap, but it's a sad way to go. The unnamed Snapping Turtle Scout was also a victim: he was missing his left leg, and I can't even tell if he was a Maximal or a Predacon any more (my guess: Maximal. No Predacon would ever take a wimpy animal, except for the ones from 'Transformers: Robots In Disguise').
While there were more Predacons to be found, none appeared. An unnamed Praying Mantis whom had lost his legs ages ago is probably now in Unicron's Belly, while I didn't care to find a certain dragonfly/iguana Fuzor--I wanted to find the Jet-former. The only Transformer who could compete with that guy in terms of my affection was Dinobot, and not even my father could make me want to throw it out. Sadly, he never appeared. Chances are, he's in my closet someplace--scratch that, just checked, not there. Oh, well, he's too big to fit on the shelves of my apartment, anyway.
So, after a day of searching, the only surviving Transformer was Dinobot II. Huh. Funny, he didn't last that long in the show. But, it's surprising: save for only a minimum of chrome damage, and some mildew, he doesn't seem that bad. Why, clean him up a bit, shift him into his Beast Mode, and he can REALLY strike some fear into the hearts of the Maximals! All you gotta do is flip the chest-tabs to the side, so you can turn his robot-mode-shoulders back into his beast-mode legs, like....
...oh. The pins are rusted over. So that's why they're stuck in place.
...
Maybe I should stick with Revoltechs.
One trait of mine is that I usually try to diversify my intrests as much as possible (unless we're talking about video games). With four Japanese figures on my shelves (two in a state of 'un-creation'), I figured it was high time I pulled my old Transformers out of the basement.
A bit of history: I had the kind of grandma that would buy me anything if I asked for it. This ended when I was twelve when I overheard my Dad complaining about how I'd always come back from my Grandma's with a new toy, but by then, I had amassed a small platoon of Beast Wars Transformers and one plain-old SR-71 Blackbird Transformer. Some of them didn't keep my interest for long (Transmetal Rattrap and Terrorsaur come to mind), some were too simple (some snapping-turtle scout), and the others we just plain-old badass (Transmetal Megatron, the aforementioned jet whose name has been lost to time, Dinobot II). These guys usually fought little battles in my room, but then one day, there came the Terrible War for Space and Time. Tried as they might, they lost Space to my books and Time to my homework, dooming my (well-cared-for) Predacons to the Basement, a gloomy and humid realm where no one, Predacon or Maximal (or Decepticon, or Autobot, or Constructicon, or...) has ever returned to tell the tale!
That basement really is a terrible place. My family built it on-the-fly out of need, seeing as we had more junk left over from when we lived in P___________ than we had anticipated, and at first, it worked well as a storage space, until we learned of the destructive powers of Mold. Furniture, whole book collections, clothing...suffice it to say that the bonfire we had was of Viking proportions. To top it off, this was years before my Transformers were doomed to their forced retirement.
So, one day during Christmas Vacation, I decided to brave my way through the weeds and wasp hives to the basement. It was as forlorn as ever, what with an old Rush Limbaugh book moldering away in one corner, and an old box of my sister's Babysitter's Club books in another. So, turning on a light, I set to work!
Years of Burger King kid's meals had ensured that all of my old toys were in a big plastic box. The moisture had ensured that most of it smelled dank, and that the metal in the toys was rusted to oblivion. It didn't take long to find a few survivors: Dinobot II surfaced quickly enough, looking as good as ever (if one can look good as a skeletal robot). In a twist of irony, the other Predacons, Transmetal Megatron and Transmetal Terrorsaur, looked like they recieved a long, tiring beating from Omega Spreem...and Father Time. The chrome on Megatron was faded all over, and one of the metal pins that allowed his dinosaur head to flip around (thus ensuring transformation) had disintegrated into rust. A fitting end for a villain, yessss, but not for the legend voiced by David Kaye--nooooo.....
That said, Megatron got off easy, yesss... Terrorsaur was missing a leg, and apparently, a wing-blade, too. And his beast-mode's beak. And his dignity.
It didn't take long for Transmetal Rattrap to pop up. He was almost as bad as Megatron, if not worse: his body was intact, save for one half of his beast-head, but the chrome on his body was really badly eaten away. Fortunately, I never really liked Rattrap, but it's a sad way to go. The unnamed Snapping Turtle Scout was also a victim: he was missing his left leg, and I can't even tell if he was a Maximal or a Predacon any more (my guess: Maximal. No Predacon would ever take a wimpy animal, except for the ones from 'Transformers: Robots In Disguise').
While there were more Predacons to be found, none appeared. An unnamed Praying Mantis whom had lost his legs ages ago is probably now in Unicron's Belly, while I didn't care to find a certain dragonfly/iguana Fuzor--I wanted to find the Jet-former. The only Transformer who could compete with that guy in terms of my affection was Dinobot, and not even my father could make me want to throw it out. Sadly, he never appeared. Chances are, he's in my closet someplace--scratch that, just checked, not there. Oh, well, he's too big to fit on the shelves of my apartment, anyway.
So, after a day of searching, the only surviving Transformer was Dinobot II. Huh. Funny, he didn't last that long in the show. But, it's surprising: save for only a minimum of chrome damage, and some mildew, he doesn't seem that bad. Why, clean him up a bit, shift him into his Beast Mode, and he can REALLY strike some fear into the hearts of the Maximals! All you gotta do is flip the chest-tabs to the side, so you can turn his robot-mode-shoulders back into his beast-mode legs, like....
...oh. The pins are rusted over. So that's why they're stuck in place.
...
Maybe I should stick with Revoltechs.
martes, 12 de enero de 2010
I'm back
Gah, it's about time Christmas Vacation ended...I was going a little stir-crazy from idleness. It was a fun vacation: there were pancakes and gatherings and missing people and canceled gatherings. There were rusted Predacons and long grinding sessions in Guadia Quest, there were Avatars and dead kittens in shoe boxes...and lost Christmas presents, no less!
Moral of the story: one month of Christmas Vacation is a bit much.
Luckily, my second semester of college begins sometime late next week, so I'll soon be so busy as not to be able to admire my Revoltechs!
Happy New Decade, readers! Now, let's get to work!
Moral of the story: one month of Christmas Vacation is a bit much.
Luckily, my second semester of college begins sometime late next week, so I'll soon be so busy as not to be able to admire my Revoltechs!
Happy New Decade, readers! Now, let's get to work!
domingo, 20 de diciembre de 2009
Home and Christmas (and Wolf)
Ah, home at last!
My Christmas Vacation finally started on Friday, after a grueling-yet-lazy semester at my new college. The process of having to carry down a plastic underwear drawer, four mecha-figures, a computer, ten books, some meat, two weeks of dirty laundry, cooking utensils, eating utensils, a small fan, a month's worth of clotheshangers, bedsheets, a broom, a mop, a dustpan, a bucket, and one small luggage case took about one hour...my poor mother's car was filled to the brim. But, I managed to squeeze it all in. Pulling it all out back at home wasn't much of a problem, either--although, now the walls of my room seem to be collapsing in on me. I quite literally don't have any room to move in there. Space to walk into my room is quite tight. Walking around...dreadfully impossible. I need a new shelf... or a portable hole in the space/time continuum...
I'm all set for the holidays, at the very least. Or, rather, somewhat set. A problem concerning my sister's boyfriend's present has presented itself. A very annoying one, at that. Note to everyone out there: NEVER share a P.O. box!! Regardless, I'm hoping that my Christmas is nice and quiet. Granted, we get criminal amounts of that at home, but it'd be no fun if we lost it during one of the more important days of the year, now, would it?
I have gifts for my family all rounded out. I bought the new Ednita Nazario CD for my mother. It's putting the gun to my own head, for sure (she'll have burnt it out in about one day), but for the sake of family, I'll weather it out. I also got a gift for my father: a Ruben Blades disc. I wanted to get him the Greatest Hits collection, but it was FAR too expensive--thirty dollars for a CD? Madness! (Question to my readers: am I missing something, or is that the standard price...?)
My sister will find Isabelle Allende's most recent novel, Isla Bajo El Mar, waiting for her under the tree. This gift was a little difficult to decide upon. I hate to admit it, but I'm completely ignorant of my sister's tastes. Luckily, my mother suggested the book. Funny story: when I was buying it on Amazon, I accidentally ordered two copies from two different sources. I was only able to cancel the cheaper copy, and ended up having to pay the more expensive one. Live and learn...
My Christmas Vacation finally started on Friday, after a grueling-yet-lazy semester at my new college. The process of having to carry down a plastic underwear drawer, four mecha-figures, a computer, ten books, some meat, two weeks of dirty laundry, cooking utensils, eating utensils, a small fan, a month's worth of clotheshangers, bedsheets, a broom, a mop, a dustpan, a bucket, and one small luggage case took about one hour...my poor mother's car was filled to the brim. But, I managed to squeeze it all in. Pulling it all out back at home wasn't much of a problem, either--although, now the walls of my room seem to be collapsing in on me. I quite literally don't have any room to move in there. Space to walk into my room is quite tight. Walking around...dreadfully impossible. I need a new shelf... or a portable hole in the space/time continuum...
I'm all set for the holidays, at the very least. Or, rather, somewhat set. A problem concerning my sister's boyfriend's present has presented itself. A very annoying one, at that. Note to everyone out there: NEVER share a P.O. box!! Regardless, I'm hoping that my Christmas is nice and quiet. Granted, we get criminal amounts of that at home, but it'd be no fun if we lost it during one of the more important days of the year, now, would it?
I have gifts for my family all rounded out. I bought the new Ednita Nazario CD for my mother. It's putting the gun to my own head, for sure (she'll have burnt it out in about one day), but for the sake of family, I'll weather it out. I also got a gift for my father: a Ruben Blades disc. I wanted to get him the Greatest Hits collection, but it was FAR too expensive--thirty dollars for a CD? Madness! (Question to my readers: am I missing something, or is that the standard price...?)
1) Take picture of face. 2) Glue to disk. 3) ???? 4) PROFIT.
My sister will find Isabelle Allende's most recent novel, Isla Bajo El Mar, waiting for her under the tree. This gift was a little difficult to decide upon. I hate to admit it, but I'm completely ignorant of my sister's tastes. Luckily, my mother suggested the book. Funny story: when I was buying it on Amazon, I accidentally ordered two copies from two different sources. I was only able to cancel the cheaper copy, and ended up having to pay the more expensive one. Live and learn...
We Latinos do books better, among other things!
As for my sister's boyfriend, who is a pretty cool guy (eh #*@!@ with my sister while I'm in the other room and isn't afraid of anything)...his was a tough gift to choose. I ended up getting him a Gears of War necklace. Fortunately, my sister had agreed in that it was a good gift: my not-quite-brother-in-law is a big fan of Gears of War. Wonderful! He'll soon be wearing the symbol for the Coalition of the Ordered Government right around his neck!
Sorry, Marcus, my mental image of a 'tough guy' screams 'ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!'
So, what did I get myself? Ugh...I'm almost sorry I splurged on myself...I've got more anime than I can shake a stick at now. I'll eventually get around to making a list of my collection (as well as all of the other titles I would like to have), but for now, let's just say that there's a pile of disks on my pile of anime. Yes, go ahead and read that again: a pile on a pile. That can happen.
To be honest, all I want for Christmas is to eat pancakes with my family. We don't get to do anything together. Quite sad, really.
...That said, I wouldn't mind getting the Spice and Wolf light novel...
lunes, 14 de diciembre de 2009
JeKL's Experience at Kaisen 2009
Ah, conventions! How fun they are!
My first anime convention was last May, and it was quite enjoyable--I got my Persona 3 artbook signed by Vic Mignogna! As I would never want to miss an event with anime, cosplayers, and the chance of finding several Revoltech figures for purchase, I visited Kaisen '09 yesterday.
It was most fun. Right when I boarded the subway that would take me there, I happened upon a few cosplayers, including a particularly fetching Queen's Blade cosplayer that eventually won the 'Most Effort' award.
There weren't as many stalls as I had hoped, to be honest, and after a few hours, there was a rash of teenagers carrying papers that read 'Free Hugs' and other variable bits of nonsense--you couldn't take a step without finding two of them! I still enjoyed myself, however: many of my friends from my old college were there, so there were many manly tears to be shed. The girlfriend of another friend, whom also drew the logo for Kaisen this year, had a nice little art stall set up. Due to her 'Sexiest-Cosplay'-award-winning-Bunny-Girl-Mikuru outfit, Kitanya's pins and artwork sold like hotcakes. I was also quite taken by her Sailor Moon fanart (much of which can be seen on her profile). The style involved reminded me heavily of Arina Tanemura, whose saccharine series are less-than-guilty-pleasures of mine, although this cemented the fact that I couldn't buy any. Honestly, nobody will take a man seriously if he's got THIS tacked to his walls.
But, yes, a fun time was had by all. I found no Revoltech figures, sadly, but I did purchase two Kotobikuya model kits! Of course, once I had realized the number parts involved...I was dutifully unnerved. A bit of research, however, steeled my nerves, so I should have at least two decent projects to work on during Christmas Vacation!
Kitanya's stall-neighbor and fellow-cosplayer, Neko-Chan 17 also caught my eye (and some of my money) with some adorable bead-based molds. Among the many Pokemon sprites and Zelda items, she had made entire cast of Sailor Moon! After buying two $40 mold kits, I had just enough for Tuxedo Mask. Best refrigerator magnet ever.
Two friends of mine had also made award-winning cosplays. A friend clad in cardboard Gurren Lagann armor won 'Best In Show' (and a Japanese Masamune Shirow artboook), while another won 5th place (and a Spawn figure).
In hopes of preparing a Monkey D. Luffy cosplay for this April's P.R. Comikon (with special guest Spike "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Spencer!), I just might prepare a nice Luffy cosplay outfit!
Overall, I had great fun. Unfortunately, I do not have a camera, so I will have to wait for my friends to send me their pictures.
Now, let's see if I can construct a model kit without cutting my fingers off....
My first anime convention was last May, and it was quite enjoyable--I got my Persona 3 artbook signed by Vic Mignogna! As I would never want to miss an event with anime, cosplayers, and the chance of finding several Revoltech figures for purchase, I visited Kaisen '09 yesterday.
It was most fun. Right when I boarded the subway that would take me there, I happened upon a few cosplayers, including a particularly fetching Queen's Blade cosplayer that eventually won the 'Most Effort' award.
That's strange, her clothes wasn't this tattered when I saw her; did she get into a fight?
But, yes, a fun time was had by all. I found no Revoltech figures, sadly, but I did purchase two Kotobikuya model kits! Of course, once I had realized the number parts involved...I was dutifully unnerved. A bit of research, however, steeled my nerves, so I should have at least two decent projects to work on during Christmas Vacation!
Isn't it sad, Dancouga?
Kitanya's stall-neighbor and fellow-cosplayer, Neko-Chan 17 also caught my eye (and some of my money) with some adorable bead-based molds. Among the many Pokemon sprites and Zelda items, she had made entire cast of Sailor Moon! After buying two $40 mold kits, I had just enough for Tuxedo Mask. Best refrigerator magnet ever.
I ought to invest in a digital camera--these pictures are hard to take with a netbook!
Two friends of mine had also made award-winning cosplays. A friend clad in cardboard Gurren Lagann armor won 'Best In Show' (and a Japanese Masamune Shirow artboook), while another won 5th place (and a Spawn figure).
In hopes of preparing a Monkey D. Luffy cosplay for this April's P.R. Comikon (with special guest Spike "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Spencer!), I just might prepare a nice Luffy cosplay outfit!
Overall, I had great fun. Unfortunately, I do not have a camera, so I will have to wait for my friends to send me their pictures.
Now, let's see if I can construct a model kit without cutting my fingers off....
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