In addition to me signing at a few real booths this time (See above pics, i was even on the JUMBOTRON when I was signing at the WB Booth, which was....weird.), the Comic con experience has changed DRASTICALLY over the course of the last 3 years. Here are a couple of comparisons to further my point:
- 3 years ago, for 5 nights, 6 of us packed into the Comfort Inn and attempted to sleep on the floor while the carpet was soaked in vomit-filled overflown water from the toilet.
-THIS year, for 5 nights, 6 of us packed into the MARRIOT, and attempted to sleep on the BED while the BLANKET was soaked in vomit-filled overflown VOMIT from the mouth.
- 3 years ago, Jon Wayshak complained that no one bought his book.
- THIS year, Jon Wayshak complained that no one bought his NEW book.
- 3 years ago, Ray Bradbury was pushed around the exhibit hall in a wheelchair while he was hopped up on painkillers.
-THIS year, Ray Bradbury was pushed around the exhibit hall in a wheelchair while he was DYING.
There are many other drastic changes that have occurred in those 1095 days of evolution, but i won't bother boring you. Instead, I would like to share the ONE CONSISTENT THING I LOVE ABOUT COMIC CON: THE COSTUMES!!!
Every year, hordes of He-Fans, Spider-Men and Stormtroopers arrive at the Con to show off their sewing skills and dedication to things they should have grown out of by now. And I fucking LOVE it. And just because it's retarded, doesn't mean that I don't appreciate it.
This year was no different. There was an extremely DIVERSE range of intricate costumes and outfits. Some of the costumes were SO UNIQUE AND OBSCURE that i had a hard time even pinpointing who these people were pretending to be! I am so happy to be a part of something where everyone is an individual and no one is judged on the sheer weirdness and ORIGINALITY of the costume they choose to don.
Here is a collage of the VAST RANGE of insanely unique choices in wardrobe. I really can't wait to see what depths of obscurity show up next year (after the Watchmen is out).
See you next year, Whale's Vagina!
