post-post comicon update

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:

my hair literally never does that fucked-up bang thing anywhere unless there is a camera nearby.  also, i am going to be a perpetually short parent.

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.

see? i'm not always shiny and weird looking! that kid, though, is always cute.

i met 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."

the boychik and i also discovered, quite happily, 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. 

i need this tshirt

i think i'm going to have to order it this week. just look!

go team venture!

it's no big secret i am totally in love with the venture brothers. a friend is having a baby next year and if it's a boy they are thinking of the name brock, not because they watch the show, but because they think it's a good name, and i am HUGELY stoked. i keep my mouth shut about it, though, because if i make it sound too nerdy they won't do it. i know that.

the point is, you can watch doc hammer and jackson publick talking about the show here. check out the extras, it's totally worth it. i have to admit, my crush on brock is waning, only because there are two delicious real-live men who make the show. could doc hammer be any foxier? seriously. and that publick...i'd take five minutes in a closet with him any day. true story.

stupid ass

i love most of adult swim, but i freaking hate assy mcgee. i mean, i totally hate it. i put up with it for the whole fifteen minutes it's on in between other shows i like, but i haven't warmed up to it at all. that ass annoys the hell out of me. i want to burn that ass' house down! stupid, mumbling, farting ass cartoon! i almost hate it as much as i hate anime, and i hate anime down in the deepest, darkest part of my soul. that's saying a lot.

also, right now on the fix is aqua teen hunger force's the clowning. please go watch it. it never fails to crack me up, out loud, at lunch, where my co-workers then make fun of me.

sunday sunday SUNDAY!

i hate and love sunday night. hate it because it almost always means i've had the day off but have to go back to work the next day, love it because it's adult swim night. dammit i love adult swim. it's true i don't have to stay up late to watch cartoons, seeing as a lot of them show up on adult swim fix, but watching them wearing my pj's in bed is infinitely better than watching it in the back room at work, where the chances are good everyone is going to wander by asking, "what the hell is that?" or "have to you seen so-and-so's phone?"

one of the guys at work spent weeks making fun of my love of aqua teen hunger force, until i explained it a little to him and made him watch part of an episode. after that he would linger a little when he saw me watching it, but still make fun of it before leaving. then one day at work he came out from the back room at lunch and said, "um, where would i find those cartoons on-line?" ha! he is a fan! he doesn't want to be, but he is. next on my list is to get him hooked on metalocalypse. that one will take more work because J likes hip hop best, but i think it can be done.