this past weekend was my very first time..... at comic-con. it was an experience that's for sure. everyone had me all weirded out that freaky people would be EVERYWHERE and craziness would be at every step. but in all honesty, i don't think there were that many costumes (and i only met one really freaky/creepy guy). i think for like every 150 "normal" dressed person, there was 1 costumed person. i dunno- it just didn't seem too weird to me. maybe i'm just a super freak at heart?
since i know virtually nothing about the comic-con of the past, i'd gather that it probably used to be way different. i assume that it was a time filled with uber crazed fans of star wars, comic books and the likes. today, it's more like a press junket and a complete pr machine. i'd like to think that if i was one of those fans that used to love the con and everything about it, it wouldn't be as fun to me anymore. i'm pretty sure that hollywood is ruining the con. or at least helping it stray from what it initially set out to be.
but listen, if you're an uber fan and you love and adore what the con has evolved into, then don't mind me... cause i don't know what i'm talking about. :)
i will say though, i brought blake with me and i'm not entirely sure how kid friendly the con is. i mean, it's kid "friendly" but i don't think it's for kids. blake spent all of saturday pouting and complaining how there were these amazing toys he really really really wanted to buy but um... oh sorry, those toys? not for sale. but aren't they pretty? and don't they kick ass? you have to wait. cause they'll be out in WINTER. but look how coooool they are. so blake was frustrated and didn't like being toyed with. panels, new preview for killer movies, merchandise you can't buy but can only look at- not really a kids thing.
he did like the people dressed up though.
that fucking stormtrooper is POINTING HIS BLASTER AT ME! how rude. i should have kicked him in the balls.
oh my gosh, speaking of kicking people in the balls.. there was this crazy guy there who was videotaping me for 10 minutes. just standing a few feet away from me, staring at me and taping me. then when blake and i made our getaway, he RAN after us. cornered me and was all grabbing at me. the fucking idiot that i am, i thought i knew him for 2.2 seconds and just didn't remember his name (i'm horrible with names and everyone looks familiar to me) so i didn't kill him when he was all grab assey. i tried to walk away again when i came to my senses and he was like "what's up babe.. yo, gimme your number.. can i get it?" i was like.. "ew.. i'm married!" and flashed my millions of sparkley diamonds in his face. he didn't like that. he got super pissy and practically stomped away. i should have tripped him but i was too busy pulling blake in the other direction. EWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
*feels dirty, needs shower*