Monday, January 24, 2011

Convention Postmortem: Chattacon XXXVI

Last Thursday when I took my first break at work around 12:50PM, I glanced outside to find huge white flakes pouring down on our parking lot. All around me, my coworkers were freaking out.

"We'll be trapped here!"

"I have to drive home tonight!"

"I live in the next town over on a big hill and will more than likely lose control of my car and slide to the edge of a cliff where I shall plummet hundreds of feet to my doom."

Okay, I might have made up that last one. However, with so much chaos going on, I couldn't help but throw in my two cents. "I'm driving to Chattanooga tomorrow," I added to the mix with a big grin on my face. I spent the rest of the day deflecting concerns that I might be out of my mind for volunteering to travel under such conditions.

I'll admit, I was more excited to be getting down to Chattacon than I have been for a convention in a long time. Largely, that was because it came at high recommendation from my friends in the 501st. The other portion of that was because I was exposing my boyfriend to the world of non-anime, non-gaming conventions. Now, when I set out for the con I was under the very mistaken impression that it was a sci-fi convention. I was partially wrong.

Chattacon is, by all technicality, a literary convention. It was started because of a love for books, and gained a sci-fi edge when that genre got its big push in the eighties. This actually appeals to me even more than your standard sci-fi con. I have more books than anything else littering every surface my roommate won't yell at me for stacking them on in our apartment.

The trip down was long and arduous thanks to the snow. Despite my goal to get back into video blogging on this trip, I was not as adamant as I'd hoped. Joey and I only recorded two blogs and a bit of the Arc Attack concert.

The rest of the videos can be found here. Now, you'll notice in that video that I mention the "ice storm hell" from Ohayocon 2009. That ordeal was also blogged and is on YouTube here.

As for the convention itself...it was alright. There is a severe lack of programming for panels, events, etc. For a literary convention, I really expected a lot more workshops and the like for writers, which definitely would have been a big plus for me. As it turned out, we visited the Dealer's Room once and only attended the Arc Attack concert.

The rest of the time was spent doing what my friends had recommended to us: partying. The entirety of Building 3 in the Chattanooga Choo Choo is open to room parties for anyone that has a room there and wishes to host. On top of that, the con suite, which is included with every badge, provides free beer in four different varieties. I drank a lot of Killian's over the weekend.

Overall, it was a great weekend. Not quite what I was expecting, but I had a wonderful time. Now, of course, it's back to work preparing for Ohayocon this weekend.

Convention Preparations Volume One: Jell-O Shots


Want a good example of what can happen when you're not properly prepared for a convention? You stay up until four o'clock in the morning trying to get everything done, get about three hours of sleep before your five hour drive, and completely forget to post your blog entry due on convention preparations. True story.

For those of you who are either too young or too naïve to know, a lot of drinking goes on at cons. Yes, yes, I know that almost every convention rulebook (well, anime conventions, that is) says something about drinking being not allowed. If you really think that stops the attendees—and staff, don’t let them fool you—you’re an idiot. Cons are a many splendored and yet stressful thing, and a greater portion of the OF AGE population sees fit to partake in some tasty beverages with un-foretold side effects.

Myself included.

Now, I am in no way saying that alcohol is necessary to have a good time at a con. By all means, if you can have a blast and stay sober, more power to you, but for those of us that grab a party opportunity by the balls when we see one, you can’t walk into this sort of thing unprepared.

Before I continue and inevitably get people ripping into me about irresponsibility, let me happily state that I, in no way, encourage underage drinking or anything of the sort. In fact, for the last year, I’ve hosted a panel at several conventions entitled A Parent’s Guide to Convention Safety which details the many dangers to kids at cons—parties where no one cards thoroughly included. I take kids to cons, and I’m not about to go around promoting the idea that they should do as I do.

That being stated, I made a very interesting discovery when I branched out from anime and gaming cons and into the world of sci-fi. You see, anime conventions turn a semi-blind eye to partying so long as it’s relatively under control and kept out of sight in hotel rooms. Sci-fi cons list it in their programs.

That’s right, in the programs.

Geek Media Expo in Nashville, Tennessee, was my first sci-fi/multifandom convention. I went to support a friend in his first convention appearance (as a guest, no less. Silly 3D people.), and was completely unprepared for what I got myself into. First off, the hotel atrium that GMX utilized for their Main Events has a stage in the front, a pool in the back, and—get this—a bar right between the pool and the back row of seating. It was love at first sight.

For two nights at GMX, I found myself dancing to a DJ’s beat in the “Con Suite,” which was the hotel room listed on the schedule as the location for the featured room parties. Friday night was hosted by the Browncoats (a Firefly fan group for those of you not in the know), and Saturday was hosted by the 501st Legion MidSouth Garrison. Several members of the MidSouth have become very dear to me since that first foray into the sci-fi convention lifestyle.

However, GMX was merely a scratch on the surface compared to ConNooga. Not only were room parties featured at the Chattanooga convention, they were entrants in a competition. People set up parties in a specific building of the hotel (building three, if you’re curious), and entered themselves in a contest to see who could throw the best one. The entire first floor was open bars and a myriad of themes. I was rooming with a couple of Stormtrooper buddies on the very top floor of that building. We had the perfect view.

Now, before ConNooga was over, one of said stormtrooper buddies, Steven, informed me that ConNooga was nothing compared to Chattacon, which I had missed due to Ohayocon the month before. As it so happens, for 2011 I planned well enough that I’m going to be attending both Chattacon and Ohayocon. Chatta comes first, starting tomorrow whenever the boyfriend and I make it to Chattanooga.

So, now that the appropriate set-up rant is over, on to the main subject: preparing for a con of awesome debauchery.

If you are sharing a hotel room that someone else has booked and, thus, sharing in their stock of booze for the weekend, it is simply good manners to bring something to share with them. That is why, as I did for ConNooga last year, I am preparing a happy box full of jell-o shots to take with me. Jell-o shots are a fairly simple party favor that take very little effort to pull off well and will disappear faster than you can say Tatooine.

However, if you’re thinking of jell-o shots that are kinda runny and have all the kick of a Smirnoff Ice, you’re reading the wrong blog. I’ve taken these things to several conventions and just as many parties with nothing less than rave reviews. Why? My jell-o shots are actual, firm jell-o in resealable individual containers that kick like a mule. I even have a personal listing of flavors that I posted to a Facebook note where I take requests from my con friends.

What’s the secret?

Glad you asked. There isn’t one. At least, I wouldn’t consider finding just the right internet site to be a secret. Hop on over to DrinkStreet’s Jell-O Shot page. See that little chart just under the second subheading? That’s the key. Jell-O shots get runny if the alcohol to water ratio isn’t just right.

We’ll do a little walkthrough to get you on the right path. For Chattacon, Steven requested my Grimace and Slime flavor recipes. These are both really simple recipes that take next to no effort. Grimace is grape jell-o and vodka while Slime is PGA (pure grain alcohol, Everclear) with lime.

The first thing we do is gather our materials. I like to use Solo condiment cups and lids for the shots. The stiff plastic means they can’t be turned inside out, but they’re stackable and easy to transport. Plus, you don’t have to worry about them flipping over and spilling in the fridge—especially if you have a naughty demon-cat that likes to crawl onto the most spacious shelf while you’re grabbing a soda.

Each 6-ounce package of jell-o is good for about thirty-five shots using the smallest cups. If you’re going for larger shots, you definitely want a lot more jell-o. Thankfully, it’s cheap. Also, there really isn’t much difference between generic and name brand. A lot of people say that the flavor isn’t as full with generics, but it’ll still set up fine.

Before you start boiling any water, measure out the portions of alcohol and cold water according to the chart on DrinkStreet into separate cups. This makes it a lot easier to mix. Then start the boiling. I usually just use a tea kettle and measure with a class measuring cup. While the water comes to a boil, get your jell-o powder poured into the bowl you're using to mix.

Now, once you've got scalding hot water measured out and added to the mixture, make sure to mix it thoroughly. Not getting the gelatin completely dissolved can make the shots taste chalky. Then, add the cold water first. Adding alcohol to still-boiling water and jell-o will lower your proof. When you get all of the cold water in and give it a few stirs, carefully stir in your booze. Beware the fumes rising off the bowl. Smelling it is almost enough to give lightweights a bit of a buzz when using stronger proofs--I know, I proved it on my roommate.

Once you've got all that done, just pour into cups, add a lid, and pop them in the fridge. Easy as pie!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Flashback: ConNooga 2010

As I prepare to leave for Chattacon this Friday morning, I can't help but think back to the first time I set out for a convention all by myself. It was a very cold morning last February when I left Louisville for Chattanooga, TN, and my second ever sci-fi convenion, ConNooga. There was snow all over the ground, not unlike what is predicted for this weekend.

ConNooga occurred back in the days when I was very gung-ho about recording video blogs for the KCW (Kentucky Con Wagon. Possible later explanation). Looking back, I really wish I still did that as often these days. I may have to try and get back into it. To give a little insight as to how I felt about journeying out on my own, check out this video of me driving down I-65 last year:



As I stated, I was terrified. Of course, no amount of terror can keep me from a con. I proved that when we set out for Ohayocon 2009...but that's a different story.

I filmed eight different videos on the way to ConNooga. Partly, I think, because I was lonely, but mostly because I wanted to share the trip with everyone back home. The videos didn't make it to YouTube, but I showed them off back in Louisville after the trip. The rest of the videos can be found here on YouTube.

Anyhow, enough reminiscing! Next entry: Convention Preparations Volume One.

A Little Backstory

So, for those not familiar, there is this fabulous sub-section of geekdom known as the convention circuit. Whether you're a fan of science fiction, fantasy, anime, video games, table top games, horror movies, or just about anything else, there's a convention for it. In the United States alone, there is at least one convention scheduled on pretty much every weekend of the year. On the convention calendar at AnimeCons.com, I counted 42 conventions starting between January 1 and April 1, 2011.

What's more insane is that I know several cons not even listed on the calendar.

Anyhow, conventions are obviously a big deal to the people willing to expend time, money, and travel on attending them. Four years ago, I wouldn't have been able to give you the faintest clue as to why they were so appealing. Then, in the summer of 2007, I set out to Origins Game Expo (it became Origins Game Fair the next year) with a friend. Four days of non-stop gaming surrounded by my fellow RPG-geeks was all it took to have me forever hooked.

Now, as I enter my fourth consecutive year on the convention circuit, I've come to realize that conventions are perhaps the happiest part of my life. I've met some fantastic people, seen some amazing things, and found my niche working in event planning and programming for three different conventions. Since that fateful summer, I have attended thirty-seven conventions. I have two more before the month of January ends.

Some people have called me immature for hitting the road so often with nothing but a small suitcase, my camera, and a veritable wet bar full of energy drinks. I've been called childish and told to "grow up and get over all that crap." Others are incredulous that I can do so many while working a part time job and--in the past--attending school full time. Finally, there are the people I can count on to be waiting for me--in Chattanooga, Pittsburgh, Columbus, or Chicago--with a big smile on their face and something fantastic for us to do once we have our badges. The people themselves are what make such events worth coming back to.

This post is the start of my opus of convention life. I've been there, seen that, and helped sell the Aardvark T-shirt for just about anything imaginable for cons. I've driven to Pennsylvania for anime, Chattanooga for stormtroopers, and Indiana to roll a bunch of dice.

Hello, my name is Caitlin, and I am a convention addict.