In case you missed it, here’s part one.

lythxl (12:47:41 PM): I bet they’re gonna sell a ****load of gurren lagann gear at AX
kanjiiiii (12:47:57 PM): yeah, i’ll probably be jealous of you by the end of the week
lythxl (12:47:59 PM): OMFG
lythxl (12:48:02 PM): YOKO COSPLAYERS
lythxl (12:48:04 PM): DISGUSTING
kanjiiiii (12:48:15 PM): lolol
kanjiiiii (12:48:25 PM): or you might be jealous that I still have my vision, by the end of this week

By the way, in case you didn’t already notice the slew of pictures near the bottom of the page, you can visit my flickr, which has most of the pictures I took at AX. There’s still some to be cropped and added, but I guarantee you’re not missing out on anything… aside from witnessing my terrible picture-taking skills (or lack thereof).

Aside from my generous buddy, Mike, who was willing to drive me back and forth each day to LA from Cypress (about half an hour’s drive) without having to cough me up gas money, I was pretty grateful for caffeine. Since 80% of each day was spent at the convention center, caffeine was a must to stay awake. With all the things that go on there, I didn’t want to be missing out, even though I just happened to catch a friggin’ cold. Oh, add sore legs to that too, I mean… I made the mistake of playing DDR after having not played for about three weeks, and without stretching my legs. Ouch.

Aside from these calamities, though, I managed to (managed to…) hold my tongue in my cheek as I witnessed much cosplaying there. No surprise, of course, it’s AX. As you know, cosplaying is not my cup of tea, so as a consequence I can’t help but love to hate to make fun of cosplay, especially bad ones. Fortunately there weren’t many bad ones at AX, but that doesn’t mean that there wasn’t bad cosplaying. Let’s just say I left all the terrible cosplaying out of my camera’s way throughout the four days at AX. Of course, “good and bad” cosplay are all open for interpretation by everyone, but I snapped pictures of what I thought were subpar-ly interesting or just happened to catch my eye. So, cosplayers, please don’t kill me with your deadly plastic weapons and whatnot if you decide to visit my flickr.

Looking back, I think I spent most of those days either in the arcade getting my arse whooped in DDR, reading in the ever-so-quiet manga cafe, or gaming it up in the console room. I’d say those were my most frequented places, unless you count long walks throughout the exhibit hall… I guess that does count too. Unfortunately for me, I made the mistake of not talking to enough random people. It’s one of those places where you can easily, easily, make a friend or two by faking a bump into someone. After all, it’s an anime/games convention, and I like anime and games, and they like anime and games. Hey, let’s all be friends, everyone!

But I didn’t do that, and I kind of regret it… but to hell with it, there’s always next year. I don’t need new friends anyway, especially not someone with long white hair with a ridiculously long sword on his left hand, or some blonde guy with a gigantic oversized, overweighted sword that he easily carries with one hand, or some guy in a mullet wearing a head band chucking random grenades and asking me things like “Otacon, do you believe love can bloom on the battlefield?”! See? I don’t need friends; I’m perfectly normal being alone, all the time, locked up in my room with me and my PC! I’m sane, I tell you!