oh man, i never updated my blog about comicon! i'm the worst! at the very least, you have to see this photo of me looking dorky next to ron perlman while my children look fabulous:
meeting ron perlman was exactly like when ralphy met santa in a christmas story. i basically clammed up until we were walking away. he seemed nice and gracious, though, and i have photographic proof that hellboy lives. what more could i want?
the kids and i had a great time in the city. we took taxis everywhere, which feels so cosmopolitan. we watched a lot of cartoons on the tv in the hotel. we spent too much time and money at uwajimaya. we came home with a billion comics and toys, and the girlchild thought of all the costumes we can make for next year. she digs the steampunk, and i feel like we will be learning how to make corsets and rayguns this year. lucky for me, steampunk fashion is friendly toward chub scouts.
bwana spoons like five minutes into walking into the convention. right after i had said to the girlchild, "yeah, i try not to buy too much on the first day; it's really just a day for looking." he had some tiny original watercolor and ink paintings, though, and i knew they would go fast. i've always been a big fan of bwana, and had that dopey star-struck moment. i actually said to him, "um, i didn't think you would be here." and he said, "yeah, me either. i got a booth at the last minute."
skinner. not only was skinner a nice young man, but his art is amazing and disgusting and wonderful. i bought the boychik a critical hit shirt because it was boss, and now i wish i had one. i have a strict rule at comicon though: i buy one shirt. only one tshirt because let's face it, i have a ton of black tshirts. this year, i scored and found an anton lavey shirt that my husband LOOOOOVES. (no, he hates it.)
it was great to have both kids at the con this year, and i hope i get to take them both for a few mores years to come. if they ever get too old to go to comicon, i'm going to be sad.