"You will never find a more retched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious."
I got a call from my sister a few months back. She was in a state of heightened twitterpation over the prospect of coming to New York to crash on our couch attend NY Comic Con. I've been known to dabble a bit in comics and other nerd-related activities, and so I happily agreed, fully expecting to immerse myself in that underground society worships Torchwood and fears sunlight. In other words, my people.
I was not disappointed.
Granted, I have come along way since my nerdiest days. A loooooong way. And as it turned out I am actually the average weight and build of a comic book convention nerd. What I wasn't fully anticipating was that to achieve that "average" one must account for the vast number of both the frighteningly skinny and preposterously large.
Yep...my people.
I wisely brought my camera, and thought I would share some of the...highlights...with all of you. Enjoy!
Ah, to be serenaded by a bounty hunter.
He ain't got time to bleed. Because his mom is picking him up in half an hour.
I think Spider-Woman and Mr. Sinister may want to back on Atkins. Although to be fair these were among the most supple, muscular costumed characters there...
It's not a party until the Skrulls arrive
I'm not sure, but is R2-D2 about to execute that kid?
My sister assured me that these are real characters and not uniforms at the new Mustard Shack Drive-Thru (just off route 5 in Utica!)
You didn't think I was going to walk by the demo of the upcoming Ghostbusters video game without playing around a bit, did you? I also got a little taste of the new Chronicles of Riddick sequel and new content for Burnout: Paradise, which I now believe is the ONLY racing game anyone should ever own.
I have to admit, that's a pretty sweet Black Manta costume.
It may be hard to tell, but that's Seth Green up there on the screen. We did manage to fight off the crush of pale-skinned troglodytes to get seats at the Robot Chicken panel. Funny as hell. Those dudes have the best jobs in the world.
All in all, I'm fairly certain my wife now thinks I'm the hugest loser in the world. She should be thankful for the restraint I showed...at least I wasn't drooling over Marina Sirtis' autograph or an Iron Fist statue. I left that to my sister.
But that doesn't mean I wouldn't go back next year. After all, we geeks have to stick together.
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