Comic Con 2014


We went to Comic Con on Thursday and Sunday. My brain still feels split. Into a million pieces and stamped on. So does my back. And my feet. And my heart.


Comic Com is a jolt on all of your senses. It can be pretty much whatever you make of it, but it will always be hot, smelly and crowded. There are panels to go to to hear your favorite authors, actors or actresses speak or to preview a new show coming out. Even the latest movies. Because we always go with our children, we never get to see that side of it. But in a few years we are anxiously awaiting those scenarios.

Everyone associates Comic Con with costumes. There are amazing ones and ones that make you question the wearer. I saw a girl on Sunday wearing a “dress” (more like a tank top) with no underwear. Half of her bare bottom was hanging out of her skirt. I saw a professional photographer actually get onto the floor and take a picture up her skirt (with her permission!!!!!). But I did not take a picture of that. I took ones of the tamer costumes. People spend all year making some of these:











I ended up wearing a “normal” outfit with Harry Potter jewelry. I wore my Harry Potter earrings and Harry Potter bracelet. I did not have it in me this year to go full on. I did however, pose for my favorite video game, “Monster Hunter.”

The funny thing about that is, wait. We have to rewind to thirty minutes earlier when we had lunch:


Let’s pause again (if you are feeling disoriented from this disjointed story, welcome to Comic Con!). We have to rewind one more time, because before we even sat down for lunch, there was a group of beautiful singing vampires outside of the restaurant. They all broke into song and there were about thirty of them. It was really cool.


And they were all gorgeous. With glowing red eyes. And capes.

I need a cape.

And to be twenty again. Is there a costume for that?

Back to the story:


I ordered a carafe of wine. I had about two and a half glasses.


Evidenced here.


So, when I got in line to take my Monster Hunter picture, I was lovin’ on Comic Con pretty hard. There was a group of four girls ahead of me waiting to pose with the fake monster. I was taking it very seriously. I said to the closest girl, “Are you ready for the fight?!”

And she turned around confused. Because what fight? We were about to pose with a foam sword and pretend to hit a plastic dragon.

But I spotted her warrior costume so before she could respond, I said to her, “Yea y’re.” But it was said like Ernest’s cousin in a long mountain droll.

The poor girls left the line.

They were obviously not ready for the fight. Or Comic Con Jenni.


By the way, I was ready.

And, I won.

I met Patrick Rothfuss again later that day. He had no idea I had defeated a monster. It was an embarrassing encounter. I wish I could blame the wine but it was six hours later, so no wine effects were to be had. I will recap that one separately. He was lovely. I was a mess.


This is how I feel after the end of a day spent at Comic Con, too, Dude.

Tomorrow I will recap the fun products, what I purchased, and some more costumes (there were just too many pictures I wanted to share for one post). Have you ever been to Comic Con? Would you go? But most importantly, “Are you ready for the fight?”

Comic Con 2013 Part I


I love going to Comic Con. Scoring tickets to the event is always miraculous. Something always goes wrong with the ordering system. We have been very fortunate.

And getting to Comic Con is kind of scary. It is a task, in itself. Traffic is a nightmare. You have to buy your parking in March.

As we were about to get to our parking lot, we heard a loud “bang.” Metal on metal. We knew we had been hit. It was obviously not bad, but it was a bummer. The other car followed us, while we searched for somewhere to pull over.

Once we had, we got out to survey the damage.

There wasn’t any.

This is crazy. But his driver’s mirror hit my daughter’s side of the car’s door handle. There was not even a scratch.

Both cars were unharmed.

The driver’s wife started crying. She said, “It’s a Comic Con miracle.”

We left. Everyone wished each other a good convention and we were off.

But I cannot stop giggling. I thought you might appreciate this:

“A Comic Con miracle.”

I love it.


We made our way into the convention. And I stopped in my tracks. The regressed memories overtaking me.

You see…

Every year I look forward to Comic Con. And every year, I am brought back down to Earth by the reality that is Comic Con.

Because, whilst Comic Con is amazing. Awesome. Very, very cool.

It is also draining.




And your soul feels crushed as you are packed body to body with other human beings as we are all herded to the next freebee. Body to body. And about 1/4 of the people are not wearing deodorant.

It is dizzying.

I have to give myself timeouts. So, I do not have a giant meltdown in the middle of the crowd.

I make myself leave the main convention for one hour breaks. Here, I can do my favorite thing to do at Comic Con. People watch. Because people watching at Comic Con is not like people watching at other events. It is interesting. You see more than your fair share of body parts. Body parts that are typically covered. And now they are not. Or they are covered in shiny lycra.

But finding a seat to people watch is impossible. There are no seats. Everyone piles onto the floor. Strangers next to strangers. And you look longingly for a place among them. Finding a seat on the floor is like scoring the lottery. I kid you not. It is a big deal.

It is amazing how human beings can adapt. Can change to their surroundings. Hunting for a spot on the floor becomes one’s main focus. A live or die survival instinct. Suddenly, what would have disgusted you the day before, is the most relevant and important thing today. You must sit next to the man in the Superman tights before that lady wearing the Wonder Woman outfit beats you to it.

And then…Victory! …That is Comic Con.

Here are some more photos of the costumes I snapped while enjoying my hard-won spot on the carpet:










Photos from inside the convention of awesome stuff:







Tomorrow’s post will also be about Comic Con. And the cool things we purchased. Until then, may your day be full of “Comic Con miracles.”

WonderCon 2013


I think it is pretty normal that a family should get home from vacation on a holiday at 1:30 in the morning and get up early to go shopping for comics at a convention the same day. Well, maybe it is not normal. But it is what our family did. (Shhh! Don’t tell the Easter Bunny!)

It was our one day to attend WonderCon this year and we were not missing it! Okay, well maybe I wanted to miss it just a little. I hate crowds and this was guaranteed to be crowded. However, last year, I found $2.36 in change around the convention center and there was no way I was going to miss out on that opportunity again.

My husband and children like to go to the conventions for the comics and exclusives. I like to go for author sightings and unique art. Plus, costume spotting is a fun activity.

This year, WonderCon was fantastic. We always go to Comic-Con. This was our second time at WonderCon, because it was being hosted again in Anaheim, California. There were so many booths this year. It seemed half of the attendees were in costume. I had dissuaded my friends from attending this year based on my experience last year. However, I think I would recommend it for 2014.


No, I did not dress up! I’m a little too old and jiggly for that. But I did get into the spirit and wore this dress from Modcloth with a sexy Red Riding Hood print on it.. It is called Favorite Fairy Teal Dress.



I loved this booth by Wool Buddy. I cannot resist anything felted. It is a weakness I do not want to overcome. Look at his creations! Aren’t they cool?!


What girl can resist Indiana Jones? Isn’t he dreamy? I think he likes me. Ooooh, watch that whip! Or don’t….



Oh my gosh! It took all, and I mean all, of my self restraint not to purchase this gorgeous handmade giant leather book. It was on sale for $250. Can you imagine writing in it? I try to picture it generations from now being handed down to the next lucky soul.

“Treasure this son. It holds your Great, Great, Great, Great Grandmother Jenni’s most treasured secrets. Most prized among them is the time she ate a whole sheet cake all by herself.”

Oh the memories it could hold! I will think about it for Comic-Con.

There were so many outrageously fun costumes this year. There were Stormtroopers, zombies and tons of Adventure Time characters. I did not see one Princess Leia slave costume. This was most unusual and I am sure ruined the day for many a teenage boy. There was a young lady with the fullest most beautiful breasts in a teeny tiny R2D2 outfit that probably calmed the sting of disappointment a little. I also spotted the following cool ensembles:


I have no idea what this spider girl is from. If you know, please tell me in the comments. I just know she took it to the extreme and was wearing stilts on all of her limbs!


This guy was dressed up as a scary character from one of my favorite video games, Bioshock. His eyes were creepy with different colored contacts. His friend gave my camera a very bad finger, and so unfortunately I had to cut him in half. The other picture I took did not turn out. Sorry cool dude! You were very pleasant and I loved your costume.


And I loved this girl’s Steampunk Mad Hatter outfit. I think she looks crazy awesome! I would go to a tea party hosted by her anytime.

So, that concluded our day at WonderCon. It was exhausting but fun. I picked up some cool pieces of art that I will showcase later. My family took home some comics. I did not see any authors. Patrick Rothfuss, where were you?

Oh, and I did not find one penny on the floor. Someone must have taken up my lucrative hobby. My son did get to buy his Halloween costume and wear it at the convention all day. You can’t beat that!


Have you been to any of the Cons? Were you there this year?