Comic Con 2009.
The Mecca of Nerds.
& I thoroughly enjoyed it.
(Except for the spurts of horrible BO).
I think I've finally come to terms with my nerdiness. I mean, I knew I've always been a little bit nerdy, what with my passion for science and books, and compulsive tendency to correct peoples' grammar and incorrect fact-telling. But I never fully realized, until yesterday, just how nerdy I was. It started when my friend Jason told me of the party he went to..that Neil Gaiman also attended. I had a slight orgasm at the thought of being drunk in the same room as this delightful author, whom needless to say, I'd be a groupie of. Then when he spoke of Tim Burton and Johnny Depp at a panel- I was deeeeeeeply sorrowed that I wasn't there and confessed that I would have been able to die happy after seeing them. (Side note: I also confessed my love for Jason Mewes, and he said he ran into them, literally, and I said that would have made my life).
As the day progressed and more people entered "the Con" my friend's ego was boosted by all the people asking to take a picture and/or all the people verbalizing their fright at the sight of him. (They would have really been scared if he had taken his mask off). I felt like an omniscient narrator. I knew what was going on behind the scenes, and felt invisible but totally present. I'm glad I went with a "Con" expert. He's dressed up as the Scarecrow every year for as long as I've known him. Eventually he ditched me to take pictures with the other characters and I was left to fend for myself.
I headed for the more artsy parts and admired the work of soooo many wonderful artists. I sheepishly stepped up to their tables and took their cards.. wishing to talk but too tired and unsure of what to say. "I'm an artist myself--blah blah blah" I'm sure they've heard that line a million times. Besides, all I really wanted to know was a) are you married and b) can I be your groupie? So I just walked round and round.. soaking up the creativity stirring throughout the building.
Then I spent some time with my first love.. books. I never noticed how comforting reading is to me. In times of doubt, loneliness, or boredom, books always calm me down and make me feel alright in the world. (cough NERD cough).
We left a little while after his photo shoot. I was covered in nerd sweat. My feet were aching and my mind was racing, pregnant with inspiration and overwhelmed with excitement. My nerd fantasies were almost fulfilled. (I wish I had the time to put a cosplay outfit together beforehand). Maybe I'll be able to go next year. I hope it doesn't leave SD, but at least I got to go to it this year.
On a final note, to those of you who think you're 'normal' please take that stick out of your ass. You aren't better than someone just because you've never spent a Saturday stalking your favorite author/artist dressed up as your favorite comic book character.
And to those of you who think that just because you've seen every episode of every television show and every movie your favorite actor was in makes you an expert on that person's life, you're wrong. Maybe you should be that dedicated to your own life, or the life of someone significant that you can actually interact with- directly.
On a more final note.. here are some websites for you to enjoy (:
sqpartbooks.com kengarduno.com screamingmatriarch.com hauntedmemories.com tooncasts.com emilystrange.com barebonesstudios.com
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