It's
a Friday morning, and the author is sitting behind an artists' alley table at
the Century Center in South Bend, Ind. Just outside is the St. Joseph River,
decorated with a sculpture of steel beams befitting the city that was once
home to the Studebaker car factory. Upstairs is an art museum. Across the
street is the College Football Hall of Fame. And taking up a portion of the
center, sharing the building with a computer conference and a wedding reception, is C-Kon.
It's a lot drier inside the center than a few days earlier, when the author
ridiculously stood in the rain and watched the U.S. Grand Prix. It's good
to be inside, rather than in the wind that is whipping through the trees outside the building.
And there's a lot of brick around. Nearly every wall of the Century Center
is faced with brick, just like Huber Heights, Ohio, "America's Largest Community
of All-Brick Homes." Or just like the facing of the rebuilt Notre Dame football
stadium, a few miles northeast of the convention site. As of this writing,
the Fighting Irish were on a long losing streak, so maybe South Bend deserved
an anime convention as compensation. At least Notre Dame was on the road
on the C-Kon weekend, sparing anime fans the traffic that clogs South Bend
when the team is at home.
The South Bend convention was a lot quieter than the previous weekend's Anime
Weekend Atlanta, but it was also a lot busier than at the previous year's Indianapolis
event. At the same time at the 2002 convention, the author was pretty much
by himself. In 2003, there were plenty of people around, including the start
of a line for the dealers' room and several costumers.
The effort paid off in drawing attention to the A Fan's View cosplay book.
The five posters created by the author, stuck on the center's brick walls
(no way gaffers' tape will ever hurt that surface), got plenty of attention
from passing fans.
When the convention rolled into Saturday, the display pictures at the table
switched, and the author was fascinated to watch how fans reacted. Placed
at the front of the table was a picture of five Inu-Yashas who gathered at
NekoCon in 2002. A remarkable number of fans walked by, took one look and
said "Oh! Look at all the Inu-Yashas!" So the author dug into the picture
library on his note book PC, and printed out a picture of another Inu-Yasha
cosplay group from Otakon in 2003 - and that picture got the same sort of
reaction. Fans also loved the picture of the young woman who turned herself
into a Totoro catbus at Nan Desu Kan in 2002, and the best of show costumer from that Colorado convention in 2003.
Friday was slow, but Saturday was busy with several costumers. It was pleasant
to see the interest in the book and the picture-printing service, and the
author will have to try it again in the near future.
C-Kon had some interesting autograph lines. One was in the dealers room,
where Fred Gallagher of Megatokyo fame could be found. Another was in the
panel room where Amanda Winn Lee and Jaxon Lee were signing items for their
voice acting fans - and explaining how Jason became "Jaxon" because of Screen
Actors Guild rules.
The loudest party over the weekend wasn't open to C-Kon fans, although they
sure could hear it. A wedding reception was scheduled into the Century Center's
big atrium, and the management erected white draperies to keep the anime
fans and wedding celebrants apart. Those with long memories will recall that
the same thing happened to the 1999 AnimeIowa, where one convention center
room in Cedar Rapids had a reception whose music almost drowned out the costume
contest.
At C-Kon, the most heartfelt show of imagination among costumers was of a
very special Speed Racer cosplayer. That person is confined to a wheelchair,
so a friend made side covers for the chair that converted it to a Mach Five
car, and then dressed his friend in Speed's blue jersey and white helmet.
It was a wonderfully convincing result.
The man who made that wheelchair into a Mach Five also turned himself into
a Pyramid Head from Silent Hill 2 (no idea if there are any Blue Creek Apartments
in South Bend). That costume was judged one of the best in the C-Kon costume
contest - and the author was one of the people who did the judging.
As with so many things in the convention world, this was unexpected. The
author was waiting for more picture and book customers when Casey Glanders,
the convention chairman, walked over and asked if the author would judge
the costume contest. "Yes" was the only answer, of course. That meant for
a little more work during the contest then usual, mixing picture taking with
filling out forms. Strangely enough, the contest judges (including Emily
DeJesus, Greg Ayres, Tristan MacAvery and Chris Patton) didn't take long
to reach a decision and agreed quickly on the awards to be given.
The judging broke up just in time to watch Glanders whip the crowd into a
frenzy as they bid on Fred Gallagher sketches, auctioned to raise money for
the "A Better Way" facility for battered women. The winning bid for
those sketches was $500, big money by C-Kon standards.
One weekend
earlier, the author spent a long nine hours each way traveling to and from
Anime Weekend Atlanta. The highlight of the drive to Georgia, as always,
was the I-24 mountain pass outside Chattanooga. The late afternoon view of
the Appalachians, illuminated by the setting sun, is one of the great sights
of the south and nearly was worth the trip.
By contrast, the drive to C-Kon was a short three hours. Northern Indiana was plain and ordinary on the first weekend
of October. Autumn had not yet progressed enough for the leaves to turn to
their best colors, and the dominant hue was the muted yellow of corn ready
for harvest. This writer spotted only one combine working in the fields,
so the weather may have made for a late harvest.
The non-interstate trip did have the advantage of taking the author past several
roadside stands. A Friday morning stop outside LaPaz, Ind. netted two good-sized
pumpkins for $5.37; the pumpkins were destined for places of honor on the
author's table in the C-Kon artists' alley. Eventually, one pumpkin ended
up supporting a rubber cat on Robert DeJesus' table, while the other pumpkin
was destined for a neighboring artists' alley table, supporting a Vash the
Stampede sketch.
Odd event of the weekend: driving from the Century Center, the author spotted
fire trucks in front of an apartment building down the street. Too tired
and not curious enough to walk over to the flashing red lights, the author
drove to his cheap motel a few miles away, where he turned on WNDU-TV and
learned that the firefighters were on hand because a carbon monoxide alarm
had sounded. Fortunately, it didn't affect the convention's headquarters
Marriott hotel, one block away.
At Saturday's end, when the author was packing to leave the Century Center,
he was invited to a birthday party at the Marriott across the street. (Yes, the cake said "Monica.") Those
who question the author's sanity will not be surprised to learn that he turned
down the party invitation because he needed to make an early Sunday morning exit
to get to Winchester, Ind. and the start of a big late model stock car race.
The author rolled out of St. Joseph County at 8 a.m. Sunday, and got
to Winchester three hours and fifteen minutes later, just in time to see
the pre-race parade featuring Santa Claus (no kidding).
The trip to the race came because the author knew some of the racers from
his Saturday night short track days and wanted to see how they did on a big
track. For those who think knowing the author is good luck, think again.
Before the race was 40 laps old, one friend's car had exploded into flames,
a second friend's ignition had failed and a third friend had smashed into
the wall.