The last time I'd been to their place was when I first came to Japan, just off the plane. Well, just off the plane, then the bus, then after a walk through the rain, all while horribly jet-lagged and feeling like I had the flu, but yeah. Regardless, the week that followed my landing was an awesome, awesome week, which was thoroughly covered in my blog with many pictures and posts (including the time I got lost on the train for an hour and then walked it off like it was no big deal).
Actually, that's a pretty good place to start. See, if there is anything to range exactly how comfortable I've become with Japan and Japanese, it's my ability to use the train system. First time I got on a train I had no idea about this "express train" business where some stops are skipped, or how to tell what direction it was going, or how to not get lost, etc. But when I went to Tokyo this weekend, I had to find my bullet train in the large station that is Nagoya, get off at Tokyo, then take the trains to Kichijoji to meet Matt. This doesn't sound difficult written out, but in fact, it fucking is. Tokyo's train system looks like a six year old went wild with 50 different crayons and the Tokyo officials were just like, "Yes, this is perfect!" So when I saw Matt waiting for me I was grinning like an idiot I was so proud of myself (and I navigated my way back, as well. YAYEE).
Me under a kotatsu, heated blanket, with my mug of coffee (with a little Godzilla hanging over the side).
Freaking love kotatsu.
When I arrived and got over the wave of nostalgia from just the smell of their house, Matt told me that I would be meeting the translator of the Kingdom Hearts series.
The Kingdom Hearts.
I immediately started panicking, which was hilarious to Matt and Hiroko, because to them this guy is just a friend. But to ME this guy is a God. Kingdom Hearts was my first-ever role-play game. I distinctly remember that Christmas day when my brother and I received a PS2 and my Uncle Ed helped us hook it up, and we put in my disk first. The swelling of the PS2 song followed by the piano for the opening to Kingdom Hearts is so cut into my memory that every time I replay the game (so many times), I get a wave of nostalgia. For years after I followed the KH series devoutly.
When we actually met up with him and we shook hands, my excitement finally managed to settle in a non-anxious way, and Matt, Brian (first name basis, HA) and I went to a really nice tea shop and drank tea and talked. I got to ask Brian a few things about working with Square Enix and about the voice actors and actresses he came across (since Brian translated the game, he got to meet Hayden Penettiere, Haley Joel Osmont, Mandy Moore, etc) and knew a lot of the behind-the-scenes stuff (some of which I'm not even allowed to repeat here, sorry! Uwahahaha). Matt and Brian also discussed a new project that's being passed around, though they kept it vague because they're not allowed to let outsiders know (but one day...I'll be an insider!)
Me totally not flipping out about meeting the guy that worked on my favorite games in the history of RPGs.
That night we relaxed a bit and watched the movie Gantz. And the next day Matt and I walked a bit and took a train to the Sky Scraper area of Tokyo!
Me in front of the Square Enix building (it says pfizer, the male enhancement company, but it's really actually Square Enix. No, really. Anyway, I wouldn't mind working there someday. I wouldn't mind working someday.)
Matt and I decided to get inside this building and take a look around Tokyo.
The picture above...
...Is actually zoomed in on THIS picture. I wanted to see how far I could zoom with my camera. See that sliver of a white stick on the horizon? Yeah, that's the above tower that I zoomed in on. It's Tokyo's Sky Tree, btw.
Me and Tokyo. We're on a first name basis, too.
These guys were outside the 44th floor window. Whaaaat a job.
Me with a giant bean mascot.
Looking around all the Skyscrapers eventually tired us out, so we got some coffee and headed home to prepare ourselves for a night out with a group of Matt's friends, all of whom are translators.
This is the only picture on my camera from our night out, and frankly, that might be a good thing.
Matt and I met up with four others at a pub known for its Okinawa food (Okinawa being a southern island far off the mainland where I live), and it was, to say the least, delicious. I was able to chat with other translators, and I soaked up advice like a sponge.
I learned about Andy, age 30, and his experience about transforming from Wisconsinite (he lived in Oshkosh) to Japanese-English translator. And Cathy, who translates legalities. There was also Carl and Doug, the first who spends free-time playing guitar and the second who gives away inappropriate nicknames to young, impressionable translator-to-be's like myself.
We talked a bit about what my reverse culture shock is going to be like. That is, when I first got to Japan, things were so different that I was shocked, right? The food, the fashion, the way of thinking, the couples (or lack there of), the squat toilets (shudder). Those are all culture shocks. Well, the thing is, I'm going to have a REVERSE culture shock when I get back to America.
See, I may not have realized it, but I've changed a lot since coming here. My horizon has been broadened, and my mind has been opened. People will shock me when I get back. Wastefulness, fatty foods, how cheap everything is (can't wait for that last one, though) will shock me right out of my system. And a ton of other things, too!
And the others also made me realize that picking a focus in translating will really help me in the long run. This weekend helped me see that I'd really like to translate in the field of entertainment - movies, video games, novels, etc - even though compared to other areas of translating, it doesn't pay so well. It pays enough to live, though, and with proper saving and spending I feel I can do anything.
I think it was Doug that told me this experience - being in Japan - will change me. And it'll help me realize who is most important to me, and who my real friends are. I meant to tell him that it already has shown me that.
After our first pub, we went to a second, and sat around joking and laughing and drinking until Matt and I had to catch our train.
Unfortunately I had a substantial amount to drink that night, so I wasn't feeling tip-top when I woke up, but by the time we arrived at WonderFest that afternoon, I was feeling better and also completely unprepared for the animeest, terrifyingest, awesomest festival in all of Japan.
How to describe WonderFest...
Wonderfest is a bi-annual event to display and sell "garage kits", which are sculptures that usually replicate anime and game characters, but also popular mecha/sci-fi characters and creatures. These models are extremely detail oriented, and many of these sculptures appear in very small quantities due to the amateur nature of their reproduction. Unusually skilled artisans are promoted specifically during the "wonder showcase" (WSC), in which their works are given special attention and limited quantities of their masterpieces are sold for high prices to avid collectors.
A Godzilla puppet!
Intricate robot figures from a beloved anime, no doubt.
I thought this guy was adorable. It's a baby chupacabra (goat-sucker). But I thought he looked like a Gremlin.
So. Many. Anime girl models.
A huge three-headed dragon, which heads are controlled with strings.
A 3-d replica of a house in Japan countryside, with a Godzilla foot sticking out in the bushes...
This was the turnout.
Except there's two HUGE rooms full of the tables, which are covered in displays and toys and models.
Matt's friends, selling their stuff at WonderFest.
I can't even capture the insanity that was WonderFest, with the pushing crowds and table after table of boxes and action figures and anime models and puppets and robots and so much stuff. So I'll just skip to the cosplay.
A girl dressed up as Yuna, from FFX (pic below for reference)
People dress up in the costumes of their favorite characters. They spend literally hundreds, sometimes thousands of dollars to recreate the outfits and the hair styles and make-up.
And then there's these guys. Dollers. They freak me out. Not just because of their plastic bodies, covered from head to toe in a realistic body, with their big eyes and sheen. But because inside those girl-shaped things are actually guys. All guys, expressing their love for a little kid's TV show by spending a thousand dollars on the mask, wig, and body suit.
I spent the rest of the time avoiding the dollers. They seriously give me the creeps.
We went back inside to appreciate the Expo a bit more.
The other hilarious thing was that people got really serious about the Fest, so that they would be using these thousand-dollar cameras to take pictures of action figures or kit-made anime characters. They are the definition of otaku (geek, nerd, etc). It's kind of hilarious, how serious they get.
We walked a lot, it was a busy day, and I couldn't forget Wonderfest if I tried. We crashed at home, got some soba to eat, rented Gantz 2 and laid back for the night.
The next day I packed up and was back on the bullet train for Nagoya, another amazing weekend in Japan behind me.