Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Madmen, Masters, and Mad Machine Men (of the SuperConocalypse)

The destruction of the 47th seal of the Roboplastic Apocalypse is a cosmic cartoon cataclysm, causing Eternia and Cybertron (and a million other pretend planets) to collide and forcing the surviving sci-fi characters to take refuge in Miami in the special super hero containment facility otherwise known as Florida Supercon 2012! Thrill in stunned boredom as you listen to me walk around the Miami Airport Convention Center talking to myself about how scared I am to meet my favorite comic book and cartoon celebrities like Denny O'Neil, Alan Oppenheimer, Howard Chaykin, and many others who hold the secrets to the greatest unknowable mysteries of the 20th century like who named Optimus Prime and why does Skeletor laugh that way. How much does Denny O'Neil remember about his work on the original Marvel Transformers comic book? How does Alan Oppenheimer feel about violence in 1980s animation? Did Gregg Berger dress up as Grimlock and do toy store appearances in 1985? Find out all this and more in this "HALF THE COSPLAYERS AT SAN DIEGO COMIC CON ARE ACTUALLY HOOKERS (AND OTHER THINGS I LEARNED FROM HOWARD CHAYKIN)" edition of the podcastalypse!

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Oh hey check out Flickr Macrocrania for more of my pictures from Supercon 2012 so you can follow along while you listen to my adventures at the convention. But first-F.I.S.H.B.O.T.!


This episode's F.I.S.H.B.O.T. (F*** I Should Have Bid On That!) is a pair of vintage Star Wars spaceships that didn't break 60 bucks each despite being in really nice shape with their boxes and working electronics and everything that would make my life complete had I only been the guy that won them. Yeah it really pisses me off that the modern rereleases of these ships I never had as a kid don't come with the lights and sounds and little rotating gun thingys that made them so awesome when the kids were playing with them in those commercials back in 1983. What's really troubling deep down inside it somehow it seems offensive to me that old Star Wars toys are starting to go cheap. It's as if I am taking it personally, like the falling secondary market value of toys from my childhood makes my childhood less cool. And as the playthings from my childhood make the permanent transition from museum gallery gold to garage sale garbage, so too will my memories go from hundred hits blog post power pellets to so many forgotten megs taking up space on some deeply buried floppy drive somewhere. I guess I shouldn't have trusted the secondary market value of 1983 to my pop culture financial advisor George Lucas and never deposited my childhood at HasbroBank.


And so as I grow older I find myself venturing to places like Florida Supercon 2012 in search of some sort of pop culture retro validation but all I find left of my childhood is post-coital He-Man cartoon cells, thousand dollar bananas, and Skeletors made out of wiener shaped balloons. The once priceless artifacts of my youth that I really wanted have long since been bought and sold on eBay for more money than I could afford, or their auctions ended during the time I wasn't paying attention because I was at the library searching through microfilm of newspapers from 1978 looking for grocery store ads with Shogun Warrior Godzillas in them. And so I go to conventions scraping the bottom of the barrel of 80s nostalgia and hoping to connect with the men and women who helped create the epic mythologies of transforming robot Tyrannosauruses and scantily clad space aliens with big blue Lou Ferrigno bodies and bright yellow skeleton skulls for faces. But why? It's the question I see in the eyes of every Gregg Berger and Alan Oppenheimer I meet as I'm handing them the 20 bucks so they can sign my hat made out of wiener balloons that's been carefully sculpted to resemble a post-coital Skeletor. And to them it really doesn't matter why, because although my search for an immortal manifestation of the wonder and imagination sparked by my long lost childhood lust for life (and talking robot tyrannosauruses) continues, all I really just did was buy them a bacon 'n cheese double steakburger and chili cheese fries combo at Steak 'n Shake.

José Delbo brought a binder of vintage original Transformer comic art including many covers and splash pages

I swore the Denny O'Neil autograph line would not defeat me as it had in the past

Minimalism at its Gundam finest



Paunch Show Greg said...

I too hate breaking out the recorder in public. The one I have usually fits concealed in a shirt pocket, if I'm wearing one like that. Also, there's been a few cases where I've gone to these signings and could have gotten a video game signed. But I always get cold feet, not wanting to "deface" by game. Loved your play by play of the convention though, because you're so good at describing all the minutia, which I just ignore!

And congrats on finally getting that questions asked to Denny O'Neill, though you sounded like a robot doing it, ironically. And I love that DeLorean fan made Transformer!

Evil King Macrocranios said...

Yeah, doing solo podcasting convention coverage is really tough even when you're comfortable with recording yourself. It's a buzzkill and takes some of the enjoyment out of being there because I feel like such a weirdo, but I know nobody else there really cares or is paying attention to me so the self consciousness tends to fade after a couple minutes. I guess it's like diving into a pool. I think this one came out better than any other con recording I've done so far.

I've never been happy with any shows I record at conventions because afterwards when I listen I don't feel like my shows do a good job of making you feel like you were there. So with this one I decided to crank up the minutiae level and see if I could convey what kind of an experience I was having. Thanks for noticing that. Thanks for listening to it, too.


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