Its comicon again, as just like last year at San Diego (we’re not going this year), I have some problems with what the once wonderful event has degenerated into.
I heard a couple wandering though the show floor on Friday comment to each other “There really isn’t a lot of comics here, huh?” Huh indeed. There isn’t. In fact, I would argue that comic books are one of the smallest things happening there. Yes, there is still Artist alley, thankfully! And there are the obligitory booths where you can get stuff CGC rated or buy vintage books at 30% off! But I saw Chris Claremont, the legend, his greatness, the guy that made Days of Future Past sitting in a booth and NO ONE gave a shit. He was completely available, it was heartbreaking. 50 feet away from him, some manga voice actor had a line 150 people long.
I don’t hate manga. It totally sucks completely, but I don’t hate it. Ok, I do. Its the worst. Frottage level. I don’t have a point here, I’m just peeved that that dude beat Claremont 150 – 0.
Cosplay is fine because I get to letch terts, and that is one of my favoritest things in the world. There is SO MUCH cosplay nowadays though that its impossible for me to believe that these guys and gals are really here for comicbook stuff. They have to just be here to preen, right? Its not like the guy in the giant Minecraft Riker outfit is going to browse a booth, he’s too busy being IN THE FUCKING WAY. Is this my problem alone? Maybe cosplay isn’t that bad? I’m so conflicted. One one hand I really enjoy the lechery aspect of it, but on the other hand I think it dilutes the experience from what it was, at worst it might actually change the chemical compound so much that its not even the same thing any more at all. A better name would be pop-culture con. If it was pop-culture con then every other dude with cat ears wouldn’t bother me so much.
Also, what the f-u-c crooked letter is up with all these guys wearing regular clothes and then just cat ears? Are you a sorority girl on Haloween? Is that your cosplay? Because if so then ok. I’ll buy it. But you’re not. You’re some manga again, right? You can’t just put cat ears on and call it a day. That should be a rule. That’s going to be my sig on the ihatemanga.com forums.
I went on Friday and I’m going again today. Friday because Matt brought his daughter and precious memories -yadda yadda- she had just as much fun looking at the trash cans as she did looking at the furries. And today because my fiance wanted to see what the hubub was about (it will be a similar experience). It is 35 bucks a day now! 4 years ago it was less than 20. But the attendance has skyrocketed since then, so I have to be happy about that (other than for the above stated reason, because I’m not happy about those). I also wanted to get Danny Glover’s signature on something. I’ll post what I got later, its going to be awesome if he plays ball, if not, then its just another celeb that shot my awesome idea down and I’m left just sitting there like a dick. Billy Dee Williams did this to me when I asked him to sign a Colt 45 ad “To Evin, the second baddest brother in the galaxy.” Did not go over well. I also hurt Brent Spiner by punching his fist too hard during a fistbump. ”Ow, not so hard!” he said. ”I guess I’m used to the idea that you’re a robot.” my response.
So really, the great irony of my rants and raves is that I’M NOT EVEN GOING FOR COMICBOOKS! I’m going to have Sgt. Murtaugh sign a Magic: the Gathering card! Holy shit I’m just like them, the manga people, the cosplayers, the steampunkers! I’m just a signature hound! I’m better than the steampunkers, though. Fuck them. What the fuck is steam punk? Oh, you dress like the old west but you have a 15 foot tall gun? Oh, you glued fabric gears to your top hat!? Oh, you are dressed like a Victorian aged lady of the night with your goggles and your super tight corset and your cleavage completely expo what I meant to say is, I’m not better than anyone else. I’m also ruining comicon for the true believers.
This week’s page was a resolution of sorts. Everyone is safe, Doc is back to normal, and Abigail wants to bang Doc. Cup is mad though, and will probably poop in the corner of Doc’s stateroom and by the time Doc find it, it will be hard as a rock and stuck into the carpet on a molecular level. Thats what my dogs to to me and they love me more than anything else in the whole wide world, so just imagine what Cup is capable of.
Next week, the end really begins. Only two pages remain in Pitch Day, it’s time to get serious.
That’s the Lunch for 6/8
To the Future,
“You can’t just put on cat ears and call it a costume, bro.”