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So I'm back from my trip to New York. There is so much to talk about, so if you really want hard details, just give me a jingle and I'll fill you in. Quick overview commences now:The parade: Rocked; was on national TV :-D omgmarchingbandisoverthatisawesomebecaus eIhatemarchingband Food: YESSSSS. I loved the food. Thanksgiving dinner was the best Italian food I've ever had. I went all over town finding good food. My family: good at finding food, concierge: not so good at recommending food. The shows: In the Heights was very good. STOMP was even better (at least from my point of view, because I sat in the very front row in A2, which means I'm in the middle). The Tim Burton Gallery: SUCKED BALLS because it sold out. :-/ It was a day of disappointment, but it's okay. We went to the EH-PUCK BATHROOM instead. Speaking of epic bathrooms, seriously, go to the Charmin bathroom and come out telling me your shit was not glorious. Tags: im too lazy to think up tags Current Location: Chillin Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: In the Heights - 96,000
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So. I'm on the bus to New York. What is Miles going to New York for? Well, funny story. I'm going to be in the Macy's Day Parade. No, I'm not going to assassinate the Jonas Brothers, even though I want to. The Towson University Marching Band will be marching in the parade this Thursday. So everyone turn on the tube, because around 11:30-11:45 AM my band (which has sucked up my life for the past few months) will be performing for the NBC cameras. Anyways back to the bus ride. I'm on the Megabus (that's really the name). It's a double-decker, kick ass bus with Wi-Fi, AC outlets, and TVs. For $5-20 bucks, depending on the time of departure, they'll take you from White Marsh, MD to Penn Station in Manhattan. Pretty sweet, huh? Yeah well it would be if the wigger of the century wasn't sitting three rows behind me. He has the foulest shit blaring on his speakers (yes, he has speakers). He also keeps making some douche bag comments to people sitting around. A black dude is sitting next to me, and he looks like he wants to kill this bitch. If I wasn't 100% sure this guy was on some kind of drugs right now, I'd say something, but I'd rather just try to drown it out until someone gets angry enough to make a comment. Also, I was wigging out because I was five minutes late for the bus due to traffic. When I show up, I find that luckily my bus is running late. The bus pulls up at 6:50 (my bus was 6:40) and they tell me that I can't board because they are actually the 5:40 bus showing up an hour late. The entire lower deck of the bus is practically empty. There are no stops between White Marsh and New York. What's the big deal of letting me get on this bus? It's the same price, you're showing up at the time my real bus should be here, and there's practically no one on the bus. But no, I am not allowed to board because of "seating" issues. So I ask where our bus is and the lady says "oh, right behind us." Well maybe this chick lives on a different plane of space and time, because "right behind us" has changed from 5-15 minutes to 55 minutes. So..yeah. I sat in the cold rain for 55 minutes because the lady wouldn't let me (and the rest of the customers waiting) on the bus that clearly had an entire deck open. That's not even the best part. When my actual bus shows up at 7:45, people wanting to board the 7:40 try to board this bus and they get the same shit, but this time, they somehow work their way on to our bus. I was furious to say the least. To be honest, I'm not really that angry, even though I should be. Waffles Ballin' and all that shit. <3 Miles Tags: fuck this fucking guy behind me Current Location: MEGABUS O_O Current Mood: enraged Current Music: some shitty ass rap behind me
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You know what really grinds my gears? When people talk about the different "tiers" of cosplay. I'm tired of hearing about this bullshit. There is only one "tier" of cosplay and that involves EVERYONE. Cosplay and conventions are supposed to be your escape from the real world into a comfortable place where you can be free from drama, free of every day stresses, and be someone else for a weekend, while all the while having a great time with friends. Instead, we pit ourselves against each other, turning contests—that are supposed to be fun affirmations that add to your cosplay experience—into stressful and highly competitive bitchfests, where awards and titles become more important that friends. And then there are websites like 4chan, CosplayTrainWreck, and Cosfucks, where people's work is torn apart viciously with no sign of mercy whatsoever. What ever gave anyone the right to proclaim themselves as a "master of all that is cosplay," whose endless knowledge of the way things should be done shall be imparted upon those who they feel are inferior? In the end, cosplay is all about perspective, and if you think your perspective is better than that of anyone else you should become a politician, because that is all you will amount to be: a conceited, selfish individual who thinks about nothing but their personal gain and "appraised" status in their community. It is unfortunate that so many people are plagued with ridicule and jest in this community. It disgusts me. We are supposed to support and help our peers who are often struggling to fit in (that would be why/because they go to conventions wearing costumes...). By the way, anonymously posting about someone else in a negative way does not make you cooler or better than them. It makes you seem weaker. If you had any honor, and a legitimate problem with someone, you would come out and face them with civility. So, please, try to grow up and have fun with cosplay, because in the end, we are all a bunch of loser nerds wearing costumes that we spend hundreds (sometimes thousands) of dollars on. When you step out of those convention doors, your so-called "cosplay status" goes to hell, because you're just another one of those "Ah-nuh-may" kids who thinks Halloween comes ten times a year. You know what? I'd not rather be anything else. Current Mood: cynical
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