Wibble wobble, wibble wobble, boobs in lycra on a plate

Cosplayers are a strange breed of people. Some are obviously having a lot of fun, others are very serious. Some are desperate to have their photo taken (in fact I heard one Dr Who complaining to his friends that he wasn’t getting asked to pose enough) but others are grumpy and won’t stop. What’s the point of dressing up like that if you don’t want the attention?

It’s interesting to see how the fashions in costumes change over time. Star wars characters, Superman, Batman, Wonderwoman, DragonBall Z, Spider-Man, Hulk and Dr Who are perennial favourites but others come and go. This year we have a, predictable, number of people in medieval costume. I’m guessing they are meant to be from Game of Thrones but a blonde wig does not make Cersei Lannister or Daenerys Targaryen and a Wolfskin can not turn a skinny teenager into Rob Stark.

There’s quite a lot of people in odd yellow costumes this year. Apparently it’s a character from ‘Adventure Time’ whatever that is. This is their booth…

My favourite costumes are the kids. There was a gorgeous Ewok baby (below), a very cool toddling Wonderwoman, Deadpool was pushing a pram with a baby Green Lantern in it and there was a lot of little Batmen running around.

I do love some of the female costumes. There seems to be a competition over who has the biggest boobs and can balance them so they almost fall out of their lycra costumes. Scifi hubby got ‘caught’ staring at boobs a few times. I can’t really tell him off but it’s really funny when the women look offended. For goodness sake girls if you don’t want them looked at try covering your nipples. There was one notable costume where Scifi Hubby was so busy staring he didn’t manage to get a photo, and now can’t even tell me what the costume was – I don’t think he was looking to see what colour the Lycra was and whether the woman had a mask on! My favourite Scifi hubby photo of the show has to be when he met WonderWoman…

And surreal cosplay moment of the convention goes to the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers on an escalator…


A tale of two congresses

I have a proper job, I know that may surprise people but I wear a suit, work in an office and like to think that what I do matters, I work for a major multinational company and travel a lot for work. This is a rather large contrast to the Scifi world I often inhabit at home and sometimes the contrast becomes starkly obvious.

This week I’m at a very large conference for work. A brief outline of the event goes something like:

    Attendance – 20,000 people
    Dress code – suits
    Sessions to sit through to learn new information
    Key ‘star’ speakers people want to hear talk, or meet
    A huge exhibition area with every company in the sector here
    Meetings from 7am until midnight
    Long queues for overpriced (and not very good) food at the exhibition centre
    Champagne and cocktails in the conference bar in the evening.
    Lots of media coverage and film crews wandering around.

In two weeks time I’ll be at the New York Comic convention. I was trying to explain the concept of a comic con to some colleagues over dinner last night. It went something like this:

    Attendance – 90,000 people
    Dress code – jeans, comic based tshirts, fancy dress (showering appears to be optional!)
    Preview screenings, talks by comic artists and celebs
    Key ‘star’ people from the movie and comic industry that everyone wants to hear talk, get a sketch or signature from or meet
    A huge exhibition area with every company in the sector here
    Queues from 7am (and earlier) and sessions to go to until midnight
    Long queues for overpriced (and not very good) food at the exhibition centre
    Beer in the conference bar in the evening.
    Lots of media coverage and film crews wandering around.

So comic con is bigger, more laid back and smellier but in some ways there are actually very similar. The biggest difference is the fancy dress. This conference would be so much more fun if a fancy dress rule was implemented!

I find I’m actually looking forward to four days in my jeans (I DON’T do fancy dress), drinking beer, staying in a cheap hotel, getting star struck over Princess Leia, dodging people dressed as Ewoks and random manga characters, hunting down comic artists who you have no idea what they look like. It will definitely make a change. Roll on comic con.

Dreaming about Stan Lee

Scifi hubby has managed to get into my head completely now – last night I actually dreamed about him, Stan Lee and New York Comic Con. Hubby did spend most of yesterday talking about NYCC so maybe that explains it…

    We have some good friends who run a comic shop in the UK and they were setting their stall up at the con (to my knowledge they have never had a stall at a US con and are unlikely ever to). The show was just about to open but they had given us staff badges so we were in already. Scifi hubby had gone racing off to look round and I was sat on a table opposite their stall trying to get the wifi in the Javitts centre to work. And then up walked Stan Lee.

    Apparently our friends had invited him to sign at their stall but had never heard back from him so didn’t think any more of it. And then there he was saying he’d sign for a few hours and come again tomorrow. My friends were completely flustered but were managing to make space, find Marvel books, fix a contract and makes signs to say how much it would be.

    A small child dressed as Darth Vader came screaming up to the stall, sat next to Stan and refused to move. Then a chap dressed as Loki from The Avengers joined them. Just as I was thinking I should phone Scifi hubby to come back to the stall he appeared around the corner. A little oddly he was wearing a Boba Fett helmet and ran over to Stan squealing like a small child and waving his hands in the air…

Unfortunately the cat chose that moment to be noisily sick under the bed and woke me up. A strange start to the day.