Comic Con 2010
I never thought I’d have so much fun at a comic convention! Ever. Never ever in a million years. Because initially, I had the preconceived notion that these things were events where uber-nerdy people—who still live in their parents’ basement, who have twenty cats as their only friends, who allow WoW to consume every moment of their life, and who have the social skills of socially-awkward, prepubescent acne factories—gather together to celebrate their status as eternal losers and outcasts. I wish to revoke any previous misconceptions I’ve had about these events and would like to thank my awesome cousin and her artistic husband for hooking me up with a three-day pass to one of the most fun events I’ve been to this year.
Up, Up, and Away: You Swept Me Off My Feet. :3
Initially, I swore to myself that I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a costume to advertise my status as a geek. But the next day of the convention I made the executive decision that Halloween was not yet over and threw together a homemade superhero-esque outfit. I decided to forgo going as Hawkgirl—a character I had dressed as numerous times for Halloween, birthday parties, and charity benefits—in favor of dressing as Clark Kent.
People asked to take pictures of me and with me. This one weird, kinda creepy guy even asked if he could draw me because he thought I would serve as “a beautiful inspiration and muse” for his artwork. And then he creeped me out more by asking if I could pose with my mouth open. No thanks.
Way better than I could ever do, but I think he overdid it a little on my Angeline Jolie lips. And I never realized how funny-shaped my head is. But I like the touch of the “J” instead of the iconic “S” on the superhero emblem.
I don’t think anyone stole the show as much as my cutie-patootie baby cousin. He was soooo popular with the paparazzi. Another big star of the convention was his dad Eroll See, artist extraordinaire. His artwork is amazing, and it’s even been featured in Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino’s movie Machete. So proud!
The caliber of work at “Artist Alley,” the area where various comic book artists showcased their work, was amazing. There were so many talented people there.
Many of the stars, depending on how famous (or washed up) they were, required a $15-$40 photography fee. Volunteers were staked out in front of the celebrity booths to wave their hands in front of cameras and photographers that hadn’t paid a royalty. For those of you who know me well, I’m a rebel at heart and snapped a couple of pictures of the stars even though I wasn’t supposed to. Tch. (For any authorities reading this, I’m totally just kidding.)
Fist fighting with Predator. I won, of course. It took the poor guy half an hour just to get through the door because everyone wanted a picture with him. I guess I couldn’t resist, either.
World of Warcraft (I Think) = WoW.
The costume contest was Saturday night. I betcha either the WoW Women or Predator won.
Last but not least, while we were walking back to the car, a hulking figure brushed past us. Upon closer scrutiny, I could make out the identity of the massive figure that had passed us by. Lou Ferrigno. The Original Hulk. Yuh, that’s right. Be jealous.
