Author: Lauren Orsini

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Industries take note: I can be recruited to any hobby if it comes in pink.

I’ve publicly indicated that I’ve never owned figures or models, never felt the urge to collect. But when I saw this super deformed pink Gundam mod in the Otakon dealer’s room, I was begging my surprised (and Gundam obsessed) boyfriend for one of my own.

Gundam models are usually models of giant piloted fighting suits that, to Americans, resemble Transformers. This one turned out to be a model based on Shin Sonshoko Gerbera SD from BB Senshi Sangokuden, a show where the Gundams are all person-sized and living in feudal Japan. Not surprisingly, it never made it to the states. John helped me find the right kit, a $10 feminine looking Gundam, but it was red. It turned out the display figure I saw was a mod. So we got a pink Gundam marker to paint some of the parts.

John and I spent an afternoon putting our respective Gundams (his being Gundam X) at our kotatsu. Here’s a photo of the parts inside. There aren’t too many parts. The salesman said this would take around 20 minutes to put together.

The instruction manual was in Japanese, or “moonspeak,” as the salesman told us. What a card. I was worried about reading them, but quickly learned that as long as I know how to count, I can figure out which of the numbered parts go where.

The pink torso and shoulder parts drying. Note the red armor on the box. You can also see the finished legs of John’s model in the background.

Almost finished! I decided at the last minute to paint the bow, which is a bow in both senses of the word (and even came with an arrow) pink.

My finished model from the front and back.

Overall, it took about an hour, leaving time for the paint to dry. I’m so glad I saw it through to the end. I really enjoyed building it and also the fact that, due to my customizations, it’s the only one like it in the world.

I think I could get hooked on Gundam modeling. I’ve already decided on what my next project will be.

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This is part two of my Geek Origin Stories series. Last week, I wrote about Magic. This time, I want to write about one of my oldest and most treasured fandoms — anime. I actually still have my diary entry from the first time I watched anime. At the risk of embarrassing myself, I will post it in full right here:

12/10/1999

Wow – 11 days ’till my 13th birthday. Cool. Today was a good day, but I’m remembering it backwards. I was just over at Sharon’s and since her sister was not there, we watched some Japanese animated cartoons – “The Slayers.” It was translated to American [sic] only in the print at the bottom, so we tried to listen to Japanese words and make up phrases. I learned how to say, “That is a secret” because one character, Xello [again, sic] said it. He said [illegible attempt at spelling Japanese]. Sharon is a lot more obsessed with anime than I will ever be. I guess it’s because I don’t have a sister who owns those anime video tapes, and where else could I get them from?

Er yeah… embarrassing. But I wanted to post this in full since it shows how far anime has come since I was first initiated. For Sharon and I, the only source of anime was Sharon’s older sister or the video store at the mall, which sometimes had anime VHS tapes for $40 each. I cringe to think I spent once spent a year saving $120 of my allowance to buy Evangelion tapes!

This also explains why I didn’t have a lot of friends who liked anime back then. Today, the proliferation of anime on Hulu, Crunchy Roll, and other streaming websites has made the barrier for getting into anime less imposing than ever. But back then, you had to have a bottomless wallet or a benefactor. And even then, we had it easy compared to fans from the 80’s! In college, I interviewed Stan Sagan, a dealer at Katsucon, about his start in the fandom:

Sagan, 56, discovered anime while he was a theater major in college.

“One day somebody brought an anime tape into the studio, and as I watched it I thought, this is way better than what’s coming out of Hollywood!” he said.

Sagan was hooked, but back in the 1980’s, he said, getting anime wasn’t easy.

“There weren’t stores that sold anime, and you couldn’t download it from the internet. We watched it on VHS tapes that were copies of copies of copies that friends passed around. That’s why it was so great to go to a convention,” he said.

Back to my origin story, it’s clear that I wasn’t very good at predictions. I’m pretty sure Sharon hasn’t watched anime in years. (Another brilliant prediction from my diary: “I spend a lot of time on the Internet now. I will grow out of it soon.”) From there I watched whatever my friends and I could get our hands on. Gundam Wing was a big one, since it was dubbed on Cartoon Network. Same with Tenchi Muyo. I am sure it involved a lot of money pooling, but we also watched the entirety of Magic Knights Rayearth. I attempted Evangelion, but I never could afford to watch it — not until college, when I was able to buy it on DVD!

I didn’t hit the anime convention scene until college, either. My parents, understandably, were confused by why their daughter wanted to watch foreign cartoons and discuss them with strangers. They weren’t comfortable with what an anime convention was or could be. Usually, I indulged my interest by printing pictures of my favorite characters and pasting them in my diary. I also drew pictures as often as possible! But as interesting as THAT would be to see, let’s save a tiny bit of my dignity for the next post.

Next in this series: video games!

Share your own anime origin story in the comments.

My readers know that I’m on the geeky side, but I’ve never shared exactly how I ended up that way. Over the next few weeks, I will be sharing my geek origin story: aka how I got into anime, video games, Magic: The Gathering, etc. Today, I’m starting with Magic.

My first ever deck of Magic cards. It’s really beat up.

The first time I ever saw a Magic card was when I was in fifth grade. At recess, one of my friends said he had something really cool to show me. It was a card in a plastic baggy — I guess he hadn’t heard of deck protectors yet — Black Lotus.

I wasn’t much impressed. To me it was just a thin piece of cardboard. (And honestly, it’s taken me a while to grasp just how valuable these cards can be. I remember how surprised I was to find a high school friend getting mad at me after I played 52-pickup with his elf deck.) I forgot about cards for the rest of the school year.

That summer, my then best friend, Sharon, told me that she had heard about a fun game from her dad called Magic. It hadn’t seemed that cool to me, despite my classmate’s zeal, but I wasn’t one to question my assertive friend. So we rode our bikes to the dollar store and each picked out a pack. At that time, M:TG was in its fifth edition and I had the choice of buying a beginner pack, a regular pack, or an expert pack. I chose beginner. If I had gotten expert, I can only imagine how valuable those cards would be now.

Sharon’s dad was something of a mythical figure at that point. Sharon told me that his occupation was “Wizard” and she wrote as much on her standardized tests. Technically, he was a computer programmer. But his brooding demeanor and his sudden, mercurial passions made me almost afraid of him. This time, his caprice had turned to Magic, and he was going to teach Sharon and I how to play.

I was awful. I couldn’t get past basic enchantments and creature spells. I sat helplessly as Sharon’s father played her older sister in what seemed to me to be exceedingly complex plays. Sharon seemed to pick it up much more quickly than me, and I felt like I was disappointing them. I was eleven, and I guess this is why they put 12+ on the side of the box. However, eventually Sharon’s father moved on to another project (helping us build a koi pond in the backyard) and we all moved on. I haven’t seen her in years, but I’d love to ask her if she still plays.

In high school, I dug out my old cards and a new friend helped me make a “bruise” deck, which was what we called a black and blue mana deck. I never liked using it and to this day, I’m far more likely to use red, white, and green decks. In high school, I learned to love Magic. I played with single color decks and rainbow decks, one-on-one and in groups. The group I played with most in high school breaks all of today’s Magic norms: we were mostly female with some gay and lesbian members. I especially adored an Arcbound Crusher deck my friend made, but also a green and white healing deck. I rarely made my own decks, but admired my friends who did. I think Memnarch was the most powerful card I’d played against at this point.

In college and beyond, I played off and on, forgetting the game and then remembering it when my workload is light, especially in summer, when I’d go back to visit my high school friends and play with them (as I still do). I started playing casually (which is one step up from kitchen-table Magic which I played in high school) with my boyfriend John, first at our local college card shop, and then at Ri-Ra bar in Bethesda with our meetup group, which if you’re local, you should consider joining. Everyone is extremely accepting even if you’re just starting out or, in my case, ultra casual. I learned how to draft and to identify the difference between common and uncommon cards. Today, I make all my own decks.

What does the future hold? Well, I plan to learn to play Elder Dragon Highlander this summer. I don’t see myself playing competitively anytime soon (I’ll leave that to folks like the talented Lauren Lee), but I definitely plan to keep playing in my meetup group. Craig, one of the most talented members of the group and a PTQ finalist, told me that “you’re only as good as the best player in your group.” For me that means that if I keep playing opponents who are better than I, I will keep learning and stay interested in the game.

Readers, do you have a Magic: The Gathering origin story?