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May. 12th, 2008 12:04 am- 15:55 aleph is in his space ghost costume. and very popular. it is terrifying. #
May. 12th, 2008
wil wheaton says - don't be a dick.
May. 12th, 2008 01:08 amI have survived my first real comic convention with no physical damage and the standard amount of emotional damage. It was a very successful weekend in which I got to do everything important. I am win.
flight of the navigator
Though I was the navigator for the entire trip, I did not get us lost ONCE. This should be absolutely amazing to anyone who has ridden in a car with me, or indeed, anyone who has ever driven me home. True, Matt was not driving really anywhere he hadn't been before, and so a good portion of the success is due to that, but still, I claim the win as my own. Score.
an entirely different kind of nerdom
Firstly, it is quite odd to attend a convention and see practically no one in costume. I think Shen was a bit traumatized. She did get a decent amount of pictures, but still, the amount of cosplay was nowhere near anime con level. It makes sense, though - comic cons seem to be more for collectors and exhibitors. And I'm certainly not complaining, since I can only spend about 10 minutes in a costume before I get annoyed and sweaty and have to take it off.
There was a hugeass line to get into the con at about 9:30 when we showed up. The massive herdlike descent into the room induced flashbacks to Friday, where I got to watch 300 freshmen scramble into the computer center all at once to register. It wasn't pretty then, and it wasn't pretty at the con, either. Still, everyone spread out pretty quickly. Shen and I were a bit overwhelmed at first, not really knowing what to look at, so we just wandered.
don't throw up on wil wheaton
I did not throw up on Wil Wheaton. Entirely on accident, Shen and I ended up right in front of his table as he was setting out his books, so we got to get practically first in line. I was so very fucking nervous. I can't even explain to you why. I just was. However, there was no puking, although for a minute there in line I was regretting eating breakfast. Shen had to push me forward when it was my turn to talk to him, and I, um... kinda babbled a little. More than a little.
The guy is the NICEST DUDE you will ever meet. Seriously. I could not believe how cool he was to talk to. I explained about the birthday greeting that Matt had him do for me on tape at PAX last year, and he asked us if we were coming this year, and then gushed about it for a while. He looked so excited! So, yeah, we have to go. Wil Wheaton told me to go to PAX, so I'm going to PAX. Yep.
Also, he has grown a beard of sorts, and I called him rugged. Oh my god, his face when I said that. He got SO EXCITED. It was the cutest thing ever. I may have ruined that, though, when I whispered very loudly to Shen afterward, "I just called Wesley Crusher rugged!" in an incredulous voice.
So, yes. I met Wil Wheaton. I love him even more now. His performance from his latest book was unbelievably funny, and he is my most favorite nerd of all time. I bought his newest book, a collection of his favorite blog entries, and I am full of happy.
tits
Boobs. So many boobs. Boobs on girl cosplayers wearing small amounts of spandex. Boobs on booth babes who utterly disgusted me by dressing up as semi-pornographic characters from ridiculous fanservice titty comics. Boobs on titty comics, even. You wouldn't believe how many tables I had to walk away from after seeing some completely pointless cover of some completely useless superheroine in a non-existent costume being bound and mouth-raped by aliens or some such. That was pretty disgusting.
Some terrifying random nerd asked Shen if he could take a picture of her. She wasn't in costume or anything, but she had a short skirt on. She probably shouldn't have told him yes. He was fucking creepy. Eeeugh.
oh, space ghost
On Sunday, we were accompanied back to the con by Space Ghost. A frighteningly beardless Aleph finally found a use for his half-priced Halloween costume purchase, and he was the frigging belle of the ball in that thing. EVERYONE wanted a picture with Space Ghost. He even got interviewed by The Stranger. Craziness.
happy good times for you and family
Also, because we were in Seattle, I got to go to Daiso, the Japanese dollar store. I WENT NUTS. I have about a million bento accessories now, and I shall die happy. And, of course, Uwajimaya was enjoyed by all. Shen bought comic paper up the yinyang, and I found a very handy pencil board with the hiragana & katakana alphabet on it including stroke order, which I really needed.
I'm sure some other stuff happened, but I'm sleepy and I forget. We got some good comic book advice, picked up some neat comics even (Necessary Evil FTW), and I enjoyed myself despite being sleep-deprived to the point of delirium. I shall return next year with more money. Oh, yes.
flight of the navigator
Though I was the navigator for the entire trip, I did not get us lost ONCE. This should be absolutely amazing to anyone who has ridden in a car with me, or indeed, anyone who has ever driven me home. True, Matt was not driving really anywhere he hadn't been before, and so a good portion of the success is due to that, but still, I claim the win as my own. Score.
an entirely different kind of nerdom
Firstly, it is quite odd to attend a convention and see practically no one in costume. I think Shen was a bit traumatized. She did get a decent amount of pictures, but still, the amount of cosplay was nowhere near anime con level. It makes sense, though - comic cons seem to be more for collectors and exhibitors. And I'm certainly not complaining, since I can only spend about 10 minutes in a costume before I get annoyed and sweaty and have to take it off.
There was a hugeass line to get into the con at about 9:30 when we showed up. The massive herdlike descent into the room induced flashbacks to Friday, where I got to watch 300 freshmen scramble into the computer center all at once to register. It wasn't pretty then, and it wasn't pretty at the con, either. Still, everyone spread out pretty quickly. Shen and I were a bit overwhelmed at first, not really knowing what to look at, so we just wandered.
don't throw up on wil wheaton
I did not throw up on Wil Wheaton. Entirely on accident, Shen and I ended up right in front of his table as he was setting out his books, so we got to get practically first in line. I was so very fucking nervous. I can't even explain to you why. I just was. However, there was no puking, although for a minute there in line I was regretting eating breakfast. Shen had to push me forward when it was my turn to talk to him, and I, um... kinda babbled a little. More than a little.
The guy is the NICEST DUDE you will ever meet. Seriously. I could not believe how cool he was to talk to. I explained about the birthday greeting that Matt had him do for me on tape at PAX last year, and he asked us if we were coming this year, and then gushed about it for a while. He looked so excited! So, yeah, we have to go. Wil Wheaton told me to go to PAX, so I'm going to PAX. Yep.
Also, he has grown a beard of sorts, and I called him rugged. Oh my god, his face when I said that. He got SO EXCITED. It was the cutest thing ever. I may have ruined that, though, when I whispered very loudly to Shen afterward, "I just called Wesley Crusher rugged!" in an incredulous voice.
So, yes. I met Wil Wheaton. I love him even more now. His performance from his latest book was unbelievably funny, and he is my most favorite nerd of all time. I bought his newest book, a collection of his favorite blog entries, and I am full of happy.
tits
Boobs. So many boobs. Boobs on girl cosplayers wearing small amounts of spandex. Boobs on booth babes who utterly disgusted me by dressing up as semi-pornographic characters from ridiculous fanservice titty comics. Boobs on titty comics, even. You wouldn't believe how many tables I had to walk away from after seeing some completely pointless cover of some completely useless superheroine in a non-existent costume being bound and mouth-raped by aliens or some such. That was pretty disgusting.
Some terrifying random nerd asked Shen if he could take a picture of her. She wasn't in costume or anything, but she had a short skirt on. She probably shouldn't have told him yes. He was fucking creepy. Eeeugh.
oh, space ghost
On Sunday, we were accompanied back to the con by Space Ghost. A frighteningly beardless Aleph finally found a use for his half-priced Halloween costume purchase, and he was the frigging belle of the ball in that thing. EVERYONE wanted a picture with Space Ghost. He even got interviewed by The Stranger. Craziness.
happy good times for you and family
Also, because we were in Seattle, I got to go to Daiso, the Japanese dollar store. I WENT NUTS. I have about a million bento accessories now, and I shall die happy. And, of course, Uwajimaya was enjoyed by all. Shen bought comic paper up the yinyang, and I found a very handy pencil board with the hiragana & katakana alphabet on it including stroke order, which I really needed.
I'm sure some other stuff happened, but I'm sleepy and I forget. We got some good comic book advice, picked up some neat comics even (Necessary Evil FTW), and I enjoyed myself despite being sleep-deprived to the point of delirium. I shall return next year with more money. Oh, yes.