Things kind of have a way of stacking up right before you have to leave on a trip. That or you just get a little lazy and let things slide until it is too late. I wanted to have some new wrist cam galleries up before I left for San Diego for a week, but some unexpected monkey wrenches were thrown into the spokes of this well oiled ten speed. As it turns out I have about 150 wrist cam pictures to put up. Of those were a set from a commercial I just completed for www.movietickets.com. Along with the wrist cam shots were some fun video clips. Fear not they will be posted on the site. Just not for a week or so. You see I am traveling to sunny San Diego to take in the sights and smells of the Comic Con International. It's a comic book convention. You see a friend of mine owns a company that sells t-shirts, statues, and other ephemera related to comic books. He needs help manning his booth, I like comics, I have nothing to do, and a good time is had by all.
Now I don't know if you have ever heard of a "comic book" convention or not but they are a thing to behold, revered and feared. They can be fun and a good time. But if you are not careful they can easily turn on you like a rabid dog that has a taste for blood.
Respect the Con.
It seems that each year there are more and more Klingons and Stormtroopers roaming around the hall in neatly polished or expertly soiled costumes. What there has been a lack of are the haphazard almost dangerous homemade hand-me-down costumes. These are the best for obvious reasons. You can just see the love that went into the last minuet decision over what weapon to fashion out of the last of the tin foil, duckt tape, avocado and a snorkel. For years there was this extremely large red-haired man that would don the very same Optimus Prime ( of the Transformers for those not in the know ) costume each year, that was clearly made for a child 1/20 of his girth. With each step the sweat poured down his face past his soaked to the brim head band and onto his Canon F1 with 70-210 lens and power auto winder that was used to snap quick shots of the scantily clad women that got more than they bargained for when they agreed to come to the Con. Optimus as we called him was sadly absent from last years Con. We can only hope that he will stagger, wheezing, schlepping his free canvas tote bag filled to the brim with soon to be thrown away paper and plastic past our meager booths only to put a smile on our faces that he has lived to terrorize busty females for yet another year at the Con.
