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thehefner--Even if I weren't still kind of claustrophobic, this thing needed the whole convention hall, not the half it got. Egad. Sparta-levels of Madness. Additionally, a comic convention is not the best place to break in new shoes. Ow.
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bagelofdeath and beckara (internet-famous authors of the Guillermo-del-Toro-approved strip abe_kroenen) not to mention getting shitfaced with the also-awesome tamburlaine.
--The straight-to-DVD brand-new animated WONDER WOMAN movie is awesome. Just very well done on every level. The animation's gorgeous, the writing is smart and resistant to cliche, and the voice acting was stellar (Keri Russell, Alfred Molina, and Oliver Platt all deserve praise, but the winner has to go to Nathan Fillion, who unsurprisingly steals the show.kali921, watch this, and tell me if you still don't think Fillion could be Hal Jordan).
--Unfortunately, I saw WW at a panel, followed by a Q&A with the writer, the director, and man-god Bruce Timm. Which would have been awesome, if they hadn't done as they always do and opened the floor up to questions. I have never, never attended one of these where the vast majority of the audience questions aren't fucking idiotic. Some of these people are so desperate to have any reason to talk to their heroes that they'll come up with questions that could be easily figured out with Google and/or common sense.
--There was a little kid dressed up as Captain America, the costume all padded with plush muscles. His mask was off, revealing a mop of blond hair that flopped around as the kid hopped in pure joy and excitement and bliss because he was at a comic convention! When did we lose that feeling? It was so adorable, I just wanted to put on a Red Skull mask and chase him.
--Also, I understand there was a father/son (or was it daughter) pairing, where the kid was dressed as Robin and he was dressed as Harvey Dent. Not Two-Face, but Harvey Dent, with the suit and campaign button and everything. Utter awesomeness. Of course, if I were really wrong, I'd wanted him to actually be Two-Face... and carrying a baseball bat. Thank goodness I'm not really *really* wrong.
--As I cooled my blistering heels outside the convention, a worn and weary woman sitting on the bench next to me said, "Pardon me, may I ask you a question? My son dragged me here, and I'm just wondering... what is all this about? Why do people dress up in costume?" My immediate response was "Because it's fun," but I instantly realized that this was a woman to whom I'd actually have to explain the very concept of fun.
As I summed up this convention as a celebration of passion, I realized why I'd come there in the first place, and all of a sudden, the blisters and the claustrophobia and the obnoxious fans didn't seem to matter so much. Ultmately, though, she accepted my answer but clearly didn't understand it. It was all just too bizarre, too... pointless. Really, that's the question that was on her face: "What's the point?" I feel sorry for her poor son, but at least he'll always have Comic Con.
Just wear better shoes than I did, kid.
--And yet, it was all worth to hang out with the unspeakably awesome
bagelofdeath and beckara (internet-famous authors of the Guillermo-del-Toro-approved strip abe_kroenen) not to mention getting shitfaced with the also-awesome tamburlaine. --The straight-to-DVD brand-new animated WONDER WOMAN movie is awesome. Just very well done on every level. The animation's gorgeous, the writing is smart and resistant to cliche, and the voice acting was stellar (Keri Russell, Alfred Molina, and Oliver Platt all deserve praise, but the winner has to go to Nathan Fillion, who unsurprisingly steals the show.
kali921, watch this, and tell me if you still don't think Fillion could be Hal Jordan). --Unfortunately, I saw WW at a panel, followed by a Q&A with the writer, the director, and man-god Bruce Timm. Which would have been awesome, if they hadn't done as they always do and opened the floor up to questions. I have never, never attended one of these where the vast majority of the audience questions aren't fucking idiotic. Some of these people are so desperate to have any reason to talk to their heroes that they'll come up with questions that could be easily figured out with Google and/or common sense.
--There was a little kid dressed up as Captain America, the costume all padded with plush muscles. His mask was off, revealing a mop of blond hair that flopped around as the kid hopped in pure joy and excitement and bliss because he was at a comic convention! When did we lose that feeling? It was so adorable, I just wanted to put on a Red Skull mask and chase him.
--Also, I understand there was a father/son (or was it daughter) pairing, where the kid was dressed as Robin and he was dressed as Harvey Dent. Not Two-Face, but Harvey Dent, with the suit and campaign button and everything. Utter awesomeness. Of course, if I were really wrong, I'd wanted him to actually be Two-Face... and carrying a baseball bat. Thank goodness I'm not really *really* wrong.
--As I cooled my blistering heels outside the convention, a worn and weary woman sitting on the bench next to me said, "Pardon me, may I ask you a question? My son dragged me here, and I'm just wondering... what is all this about? Why do people dress up in costume?" My immediate response was "Because it's fun," but I instantly realized that this was a woman to whom I'd actually have to explain the very concept of fun.
As I summed up this convention as a celebration of passion, I realized why I'd come there in the first place, and all of a sudden, the blisters and the claustrophobia and the obnoxious fans didn't seem to matter so much. Ultmately, though, she accepted my answer but clearly didn't understand it. It was all just too bizarre, too... pointless. Really, that's the question that was on her face: "What's the point?" I feel sorry for her poor son, but at least he'll always have Comic Con.
Just wear better shoes than I did, kid.
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