Out of the corner of your eye you see a pikachu wander by, as you fumble for change in your felt fluffed paws for a man with a chainsaw for an arm. He’s purchased three rainbow cupcakes and a lime cola (and could you pop the cola for him, please?), and needs change for a twenty.
Chainsaw man salutes, and hobbles off into the crowd where gun toting, spikey-haired teenagers are rubbing shoulders with bipedal coyotes. Across the row at Dark Horse Comics, wizards, belly dancers and zombies chat about their favorite comic books, then stagger on to the next vendor to peruse shelves lined with plushies of maids and demons. I wonder how half of them missed that year of middle school, when you learn about deodorant.
I thought I would be motivated enough to dazzle this ramble with lots of pretty pictures. But I’m lazy, and it’s easier for me to make a link to the album: Kumoricon ‘08, where you can find a video or two of our kitchen prep, um, activities. On wheels.
I enjoyed playing around with the maids (while being snug in the knowledge that I am not one of you. A Qat has her pride). There’s something about hocking cupcakes to bright little blood-spattered faces that just makes you feel warm inside…Come to think of it, there were a lot of violently themed people at the convention this year. And zombies. I effing hate zombies.
