Here Come the Train a'comin Post-Con Blues

Blues man get in just about anywhere.

Buddy Christ is my Buddy.

If you’re an insomniac, or even just a night person (completely different if you happen to be a person of the night or a Batman), then you understand that half of your problem is boredom while the other half is loneliness.  To that end, a city skyline brightly lit well into the after-midnight hours is a beacon of awe.  It means there are other people out there.

For those of you who don’t understand that analogy, you’re going to be lost on this next point. 

Conventions are so much more than people dressing up in costume and getting autographs of friendly B-listers (or in the case of the Shatner, out of work A-list celebs).  It’s about surrounding yourself with like minded people without fear of judgment.  And getting autographs of friendly B-listers…shut up.

Jessie as the Joker

Think about it for a moment; Cosplay is like fightclub for nerds.  You don’t talk about it at work.  Friends that don’t do it won’t understand.  The only people who actually GET IT are the people who dare to be superheroes with a bunch of random strangers that become recognizable faces and then at some point you’re friends and you’ve always been. 

As far as the judgment free thing goes, have you ever heard anyone say out loud ‘that’s a shitty costume?’  No, you haven’t.  I work in a profession where we eat our young because indecision and weakness will quite literally get people dead.  So going out to a world where the pressure if off, even for a weekend, is… a welcome break.  Though to be fair, when people hear about it they think it’s a cool concept, they just aren’t entirely comfortable trying it out for themselves.

For people who aren't me, it's escapism at its finest.  It allows you to be your ideal self.  Becostumed, confident, and f***ing all around awesome.  The person you are at Con is the person you truly are.  Outside of that?  Who cares about the real world?  How many kids wanted to grow up to be a ninja only to be told: NO.  Well guess what?!  Now I'm a damn ninja.

All I said was the Green Ranger at the South Mall was more
convincing.

Speaking of friends old and new; Hung out with Silent Bob and Anne.  Got to see Enasni V. who was just as glamorous and gorgeous as ever.  She plays a perfect Harley, an even better Mad Moxxi, and was a total sweetheart as always.  Check out her link and get yourself some prints.  Also met a ton of new people, my favourite of which being the Leutice Twins (Derrick and Lauren) – sorry everyone else, but you know I still love you. 

Amazing times came to an end.  The crowd needs Jay and Silent as much as Jay and Silent Bob need a crowd.  Saying goodbye to everyone, leaving my alter ego behind for a while, being alone with people that don’t get it?  That’s what post-con blues are about.

More Trader when I get settled back in.  

Lesson learned:  Never come at a stranger with a lighter.
Smokin' Ivy