![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Oh, here it is!!!!
Aug. 2nd, 2012 07:45 pmThe Con. This is the illustration by Patrick Ballesteros I bought at Comic Con.
Waiting for my real life to begin
Jul. 16th, 2012 10:30 amComic Con is over. The play has closed. I'm sad and left with that unsatisfied, "is that all there is?" feeling.
Comic Con was fun and exciting and damn if I can hardly remember a thing. Well, I do, really. Seeing costumes and searching for comics. Finding a place that had every part of Marvel's Civil War except Captain America. Finding it at another store and crowing in delight. Meeting Sister's friend who is opening her own comic book shop. Finding the beautiful gallery of Disney and Star Wars paintings. Sister using her con-savvy to get me up to the Iron Man stage for my picture. Meeting the hot reviewers from spill.com. The e-publishing panel (the only one I went to), which gave tips and tricks.
There were bad parts, but I don't want to remember them, even though I have a feeling I will forever and a day.
Next year, I have to remember to wear a cooler costume. I think the reason so many girls dress up in underwear and skimpy things isn't to attract attention, but to stay cool in the hothothot/humidness. I just about died in the Cap costume. Also: no more shields. Or backpacks. Maybe.
As for the play, I had a great time. This was the best experience I've had so far. The cast was friendly and supportive. I got to know M. better (we were in a play together before, and I thought he was the biggest asshole in the world. Now, he's more human and fun to be around). Now that the play is over, my crush should fade. I'll go back to being what I was before I got all crushy and horny. And, I'll see what happens. Maybe I'll finally start looking at this fear and why I have it. Maybe I'll work on trusting people and not always suspecting the worst of them.
Maybe.
Comic Con was fun and exciting and damn if I can hardly remember a thing. Well, I do, really. Seeing costumes and searching for comics. Finding a place that had every part of Marvel's Civil War except Captain America. Finding it at another store and crowing in delight. Meeting Sister's friend who is opening her own comic book shop. Finding the beautiful gallery of Disney and Star Wars paintings. Sister using her con-savvy to get me up to the Iron Man stage for my picture. Meeting the hot reviewers from spill.com. The e-publishing panel (the only one I went to), which gave tips and tricks.
There were bad parts, but I don't want to remember them, even though I have a feeling I will forever and a day.
Next year, I have to remember to wear a cooler costume. I think the reason so many girls dress up in underwear and skimpy things isn't to attract attention, but to stay cool in the hothothot/humidness. I just about died in the Cap costume. Also: no more shields. Or backpacks. Maybe.
As for the play, I had a great time. This was the best experience I've had so far. The cast was friendly and supportive. I got to know M. better (we were in a play together before, and I thought he was the biggest asshole in the world. Now, he's more human and fun to be around). Now that the play is over, my crush should fade. I'll go back to being what I was before I got all crushy and horny. And, I'll see what happens. Maybe I'll finally start looking at this fear and why I have it. Maybe I'll work on trusting people and not always suspecting the worst of them.
Maybe.
Comic Con 2012
Jul. 13th, 2012 03:39 pmOne day is so, so not enough. But, it is what it is. I'm exhausted, the cats won't let me nap properly, and I have a show tonight.
But, ( Pictures )
But, ( Pictures )
