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The initial selection for panels at ConVergence 2012: Wonder Women is up, and I've put in my request for a few to be seated on.

_High Priority_
Heroines of Anime and Manga (I proposed this topic.)
Homemakers are Awesome (I also proposed this topic.)
DC Reboot (Did not propose this one, but am a huge DC fan.)
New Manga in English (Also a huge manga fan)

_Less Priority_
Anime 101
The Most Annoying Female Character Ever
Transformative Works
Moral Choices for Strong Heroines
Naming Characters
Why Is Wonder Woman In Development Hell?

Naturally, I am hoping that other people will join the panels I proposed so they can actually be on the final schedule.
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Unlike last year, there were no big surprises on Thursday morning, so I was able to get off to the convention in good order, despite again mistaking which bus goes all the way to the end of the line.

Registration and Harmonic Convergence (the music room) switched locations this year, and since I had my pre-registration card handy, that went smoothly. I never did spend much time in the music room, so I can't say if it sounded better than the previous location.

The first panel I was on was "Diversity in Comics", starring Dwayne McDuffie (perhaps best known to the general public for his work with Static.) Also appearing was M. Nicholas Almand, creator of "Razor Kid." I seized the moderator position (with the permission of the other panelists) and mostly spent my time getting out of Mr. McDuffie's way, as he was clearly the most experienced with trying to get diversity into comics.

I'd also prepared a handout on comics that did diversity well--I hope a few of them got kept. Most of the discussion was nothing new to anyone who's seriously looked at diversity issues in comics, but there were a few people there who hadn't done that yet, and I hope they learned something useful.

Then it was off to the Crowne Plaza so I could register, drop off my clothes, and rush back downstairs for the next shuttle back to the Sheraton. Still frustrated by the fact that you can look directly across the freeway from one to the other, but it's a couple of country miles to actually get there.

The shuttle was somewhat delayed, which was something of a pattern for the next four days. But I still managed to get back in time for the Mark Time Radio Show (a little off this year) and opening ceremonies. The pass-around game was "the Cone of Shame", which those of you who've seen "Up" will recognize.

After that, I attended a panel on "The Horrible Humor of Joss Whedon." Got to see lots of Whedon-related hall costumes.

I made a short round of party rooms and then retired for the evening.

Unlike last year, my hotel room faced the parking lot, and the opaque curtains, unlike the ones at the Sheraton, turned out to be mere decorations, so the light level in the room was a bit much. Turns out I can't sleep wearing a mask, or at least not without being much much more tired, so it was a while before I dropped off.

First panel next morning I attended was "Free Online Games." I got a long list, and plugged "Billy vs. Snakeman."

A bit later, I was on the panel for "Gaming Etiquette." That was a mix of handy tips and horror stories. (When the *player* is using his hand crossbow to make his points, it's a bad thing.)

Then it was time for "Humor in Superhero Comics", which had the presence of Christopher Jones, the creator of ConVergence's mascot Connie, and artist on "Batman Strikes" and "Dr. Blink, Superhero Shrink." Lots of fun discussion of favorite funny bits.

I spent some time at the "Shiny New Anime" panel, but left early as I'd seen most of the clips at the last convention, and I wanted to get autographs from the Cinematic Titanic cast (formerly the MST3K cast.) In line I met a fellow who'd come all the way from northwest Canada specifically for the CT folks, this being his first SF convention ever. We whiled away our wait time by discussing conventions and I told him about some of the fun stuff to do. (Most of which does not require drinking alcohol, but some of which is presumably enhanced by it.)

Next up, it was time for the "Old Time Radio" panel, and the moderator graciously allowed me to open the panel with my prepared "radio announcement" bit. I got applauded for it, which is a nice feeling! One of the panelists had started working as a radio station engineer back in the 1950s, so he had some very interesting stories to tell. Other than that, it was mostly plugging favorite shows, and suggesting places to acquire OTR at least semi-legally.

And my fourth scheduled panel of the day was "Manga & Graphic Novels", where we talked about the differences and similarities of US and Japanese comics. I ranted a bit about the cancellation of Shojo Beat--while admittedly I wasn't always impressed with it, it did fill an important niche in the market.

Last panel attended for the evening was "Fan Fiction", which had as always a number of fanfic authors on it, some of whom have done this panel numerous times. The topic drifted off into slash perhaps a bit too often, but otherwise it was an interesting and informative discussion.

I had almost no time for parties before retiring, and was only halfway through the House of Toast line before I had to bolt for the entrance.

Saturday morning I attended the "Death of Saturday Morning Cartoons" panel. They're not completely dead, but they're in pretty sad shape at the moment, when most stations would rather show infomercials.

Next up, I was on the "Justice League" panel, again starring Mr. McDuffie, and also including Daniel Wallace, who helped write the DC and Marvel Encyclopedias. Naturally, the majority of questions fell to Mr. McDuffie again, and we drifted off into the sad state of the comic book industry overall for quite a while. I was moderator for this one too.

Afterwards, Mr. McDuffie was in the AV room, doing live commentary on a couple of the cartoon episodes he wrote. I'd seen the JLA appearance in Static Shock before, but not the JLU episode "Epilogue." Some tidbits about the former--it was originally pitched as a Teen Titans appearance, but their show wouldn't be airing yet by the time it was scheduled, and as you can imagine, there would have been some serious character design issues. And it wasn't an attempt to boost Static's street cred, but the other way around, since the Static Shock show was the second-highest rated cartoon at the time.

Then off to "Farewell David Tennant", as the panelists reminisced about their favorite Tenth Doctor moments and looked forward to the last few Tennant appearances.

That was followed by "Writing Horror in the Age of Saw." The panelist were mostly horror writers, natch. One thing pointed out was that the literary horror market and movie horror audience are actually not as overlapping as the SF literary and movie audiences. Which causes some difficulty for the horror writers when they attend horror movie conventions. The important thing, panelists agreed, was that you don't need to put in gore if the story doesn't call for it, but you shouldn't skimp on the gore if the story *does* call for it.

And "Silent Movies Worth Your Time", with several suggestions of merit, though it can be awfully hard to find one projected at the proper speed. While in theory the final lost reels of Metropolis have been found, the film stock is in such awful shape that it may not be restorable.

I skipped the Masquerade to check out the Cinema Apocalypse room, which showed "Ip Man", a heavily-fictionalized biography of the man who would eventually teach kung fu to Bruce Lee. It's pretty good, but the version shown did not subtitle the intertitles that gave historical background, so I couldn't spot more than what year the next scene was taking place. (Mind you, "the Japanese invade" was pretty obvious from the action.)

I had just enough time to finally get some toast (and for some reason sushi) from the House of Toast before I needed to be ready for the shuttle bus. Which was then ten minutes late as it had swung by the megamall first. The other passengers were interested by the costumed people hanging out and smoking.

Sunday morning, I packed up and checked out of the Crowne Plaza, and after breakfast in the Consuite went to the anime room to watch the Detective Conan movie. It wasn't too much of a mystery, although one minor recurring character was a red herring. (Behavior very odd for that person.)

I picked up my winnings from the Art Show and Silent Auction (since several items are scheduled as birthday/Christmas presents, I won't talk about them here.) Speaking of the art show, I've said in the past that I don't really buy a plain photograph of a nude woman as SF/fantasy "art." I've come to the conclusion that just slapping a color filter on it (with a "fantasyish" caption) isn't really that much more of a qualification. Having her hold a sword is more of a step in the right direction.

The first panel I managed to drag myself to was "Tieflings are Not a Player Race", an examination of 4th Edition D&D. As you might guess from the title, this was not a completely optimistic panel, though it was admitted that the latest edition is a fine miniatures tactics game. (And as one of the folks in Alarums & Excursions mentioned, it simulates the Voltron Blazing Sword Effect well.)

After that, "Epic Storyline Fatigue", with the encyclopedia writer mentioned above. Please let "Final Crisis" be it for line-wide universe reboot events for a while, okay DC?

I dropped in on "TV Shows on DVD and Blu-Ray", which had a bunch of release dates. Sadly, you should probably stock up now while you still can, as it looks like discs are on their way out to be replaced with digital media.

And finally, my last panel, "What's Wrong With Japan?" As moderator (yes, again, let's face it, I like being moderator), I declared that the title of the panel was incorrect, and it would be "Different and interesting things about Japanese culture" instead. No one got up to leave the room, which I was pleased by. We had several people who'd spent extended periods in Japan, thanks to teaching jobs. (Our token Japanese-American panelist admitted he'd only gone for brief vacations.) After the first general question, "One thing you find interesting about Japan not directly connected to manga or anime", the anecdotes easily filled the time with minimal need for more prompting.

Between all of this, naturally, I spent a lot of time greeting and conversing with old acquaintances, making new ones ("Wait! I know you, you're on the internet!") and people watching. My nephew had managed to get the weekend off at the last moment, and got to see his first SF convention ever--perhaps he'll post about it in his own LJ. (hint, hint :-)

Sadly, the Sheraton itself was not running shuttles to the airport or Mall this year, so I skipped closing ceremonies to be able to catch the bus downtown. Still, I had a grand old time. (Next year, I do need to have a room in the hotel proper or Sofitel.)

And this morning, I went in to have my filling installed. Still can't bite anything until the crown is put in later this month.
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by Scott K. Jamison
(Note: Ranma 1/2 and its associated characters created by Rumiko
Takahashi, and no infringement is intended.)

Ukyou whistled as she worked. Mendlessohn's Midsummer's Night Dream, a tune all of her customers were familiar with by now. The regulars knew her habits well, and if anyone didn't like them, well, he didn't become a regular. But most people considered a few eccentricities worth it to eat the best okonomiyaki in town, maybe in all of Japan.

Ukyou herself insisted it was the best in the world, and no one argued with her on that. While Ms. Kuonji's temper was nowhere near as violent as the notorious Akane Tendou's, she could still put a serious hurt on anyone who dared to suggest her cooking was sub-par.

The noren curtain parted as a slim figure in baggy Chinese
clothing entered. Ukyou recognized the visitor immediately.

"Ran-chan!" Her hands fashioned a "Ranma Special" without her conscious knowledge, by now a conditioned reflex.

The other customers made room at the counter, for they knew that despite appearances, that was a man in the red and black clothes, a man who'd captured the fair chef's heart.

"Hiya Ucchan." He sounded very subdued today, and his posture was almost...timid. Ukyou looked in Ranma's face, but his eyes did not meet hers. Instead, he looked down at his okonomiyaki.

"You okay, Ranma? Would you like some hot water? It'll make a man out of ya!" she joked.

"Not today. I...have my reasons for staying like this."

The regulars began to file out. Most left tips. They could tell it was going to get personal. The last one out flipped over the "Closed" sign.

"Ukyou, I need to ask you some questions."

"Sure. Fire away!"

"You remember how our fathers engaged us when we were little. Better than I do, right?"

"Yes, you've always been a bit thick when it comes to girls." She smiled to soften the barb.

"And even after all that's happened, everything I've done to you, that's been me, you still want to marry me?"

"More than anything else." Ukyou put her hand on his cheek. He didn't shy away, but neither did Ranma look at her.

"Ukyou, you know I lead a violent life. There's always the
chance I'll be crippled for life, or even die."

"You won't die, Ranma. You're too tough for that. And even if you were crippled, I'd still love you." After all, she thought, I was willing to marry you when Happosai stole your strength, wasn't I? But an image of herself spoon-feeding a wheelchair-bound Ranma as drool ran down his chin came to her unbidden.

No, she thought, It'll never come to that! Ranma can beat anyone!

"And then there's my curse. I've been stuck in this form
before. What if it's permanently next time? Would you still marry me, knowing I could never be a real husband to you? Unable to do what a man should for his wife?"

Ukyou blinked. She'd never really thought of that. To her,
Ranma's female form was just a neat thing her fiancee could do. Hardly a curse at all. Sure, Ranma complained about it all the time, but it never really slowed him down. Her attraction was not just to the package, but to the man within the body.

But she'd never been physically attracted to women, despite what some people thought from the way she dressed. That was one reason why she couldn't take Tsubasa. His imitation of a girl was just *too* good. That and he was incredibly annoying. It'd be a marriage without sex, at least comfortable sex. And no children, she'd always wanted children. Well, there could be children, but not theirs together...

No! She would not admit a flaw in her devotion!

"Yes, Ranma, for better or worse, I would marry you."

That seemed to make him even more depressed. She'd seldom seen Ranma in a darker mood.

"What's wrong, Ranma? You can tell me. I'm your friend, aren't I?"

"You know--too well--that I have other...obligations. It doesn't matter, really that I didn't want to have them. No matter which fiancee I choose, it breaks an obligation, and several hearts. But eventually I *will* have to choose. What would you do if I had to choose another?"

Anger flashed through Ukyou's mind. "I'd ki--" Kill who? The other girl, Ranma, herself? None of those would get her what she really wanted. "I don't know what I'd do."

"That's what I was afraid of." Ranma sighed. "Listen, Ucchan, you're an attractive woman with a good heart. You could find another man to love you. Lord knows other boys already do."

"You mean Tsubasa? He's hardly husband material."

Ranma frowned. "You might be surprised. Anyway, I'm just asking you to keep your options open. I've never meant to hurt you, and I don't want to break your heart."

"I've got a strong heart, Ran-chan, and I won't give up until you choose me!"

Ranma smiled weakly. "I know. I like you, Ukyou, but under the circumstances, I can't say 'I love you.' You understand?"

"Yes. Yes, I think I do."

"Then it's time for me to go." He stood up, and Ukyou noticed his breasts didn't jiggle as much as usual. Was he wearing a bra? Maybe his mother had come by again. That would explain a lot, and she always brought out Ranma's serious side. He had barely touched his food.

He was almost out the door when he stopped. "Oh, and if Akane asks, we never had this conversation."

"Gotcha. Bye!"


Ukyou began whistling again as she cleaned the grill in
preparation for the next batch of customers. "I'm sitting in the station by the railroad tracks..."

Several blocks away, the boy ducked into an old-fashioned phone booth with an "Out of Order" sign on the door.

He removed his wig and let out a long breath. That was by far the most difficult thing he had ever done. It was one thing to look like a girl or dress up as inanimate objects. It was quite another to impersonate a specific person, especially to someone who knew him well.

Tsubasa pulled out the wads of padding that had imitated female Ranma's formidable breasts. It had taken weeks of preparation and practice for just a few minutes' performance. Getting the walk, the speech habits, the facial expressions just right.

He doffed the Chinese outfit, and wriggled into a more
comfortable dress. It could all have gone wrong so easily. If Ranma had returned early from his trip, if one of his enemies had been fooled by the diguise into attacking, Tsubasa would be in traction now. He was glad he'd discarded the idea of having "Ranma" dump Ukyou; too easy for his rival to deny he'd done that.

No, just asking a few leading questions was the best approach. Perhaps it had even worked.

"Tomorrow, back to unsubtle! Wouldn't want Ukyou to get
suspicious after all." He grinned, and began skipping, heedless of how people might react to a dancing phone booth. Life was good.


"All is for the best, in this best of all possible worlds."
Doctor Pangloss, from "Candide"

Actually, this started out as a straight Ranma/Ukyou fic, but I quickly realized Ranma just wouldn't be asking some of these questions... but then, who would, and why? Note that this was based more on the anime, in which Konatsu does not exist, and Tsubasa appeared more than once.
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Hi folks!

Expect to see some fanfic here soon, as well as more substantive posts at a later date.


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