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Sebastian Stan’s Wizard World Tulsa Schedule/Info - Saturday and Sunday

Hey Sebastian Stan fans, Wizard World Tulsa is this weekend! For those attending, here’s the quick reference guide of times, photo op schedule,  and more. Wizard World Tulsa site Wizard World Tulsa Photo Op Schedule – please save this link, and refresh it often the day of your photo o…

Happy Finch Friday everyone!

It’s prereg day at the 2016 Saturday Anime and International Comics Convention and I ran into Finch.


Owen Parsons / Julia Lepetit and Andrew Bridgman (Dorkly)


This is Comic Con in a nutshell.

This is the greatest video I ever watched…


I’ve been going to anime/comic conventions for eight years, yet I still can’t explain what the significance of conventions are to people without having to go through a 20 minute explanation.  It’s truly a life changing experience, I can tell you that for sure!!  Here’s just a small example, but when I was younger I thought I was the only person on this planet that used Deviantart, until I attended Sakura Con.  I ended up collecting over 50 business cards that had their DA links that year, and I thought that was the just coolest thing to know that I was not alone.  Countless other moments had occurred that year where I met more and more people who knew of and appreciated the same things that I did.  So I hope most of you can relate to that feeling of absolute bliss and joy of attending a con.  uvu
Why do you like conventions?  I’d love to hear your stories!!

Religious Protesters And A Father And Son At Comic-Con

The religious protesters outside of San Diego Comic-Con have been a constant fixture for the last few years. They stand between the Gaslamp area where all the restaurants and offsite locations are and the train tracks you have to cross to enter the con. They are supposedly there to shame the evil doers for “worshipping false idols” like Superman and Spider-Man and… I don’t know… Rainbow Dash I suppose. The reality of their motivations and those that organize their protests is far more sinister, but I won’t go into all of that now. They are just another annoyance in a sea of card flappers, promo sign holders, scantily clad ladies trying to divert your attention to their bar, their party or their event. They are barely a distraction to a focussed fan whose agenda likely includes waiting in a long line for a panel to catch a glimpse of next year’s summer blockbusters, chatting up and supporting a few of their favorite artists and picking up some exclusive SDCC merchandise that will either find its way to a place of distinction on their shelves or to eBay. 

It’s easy enough to write the protesters off as silly purveyors of nonsense, but after reading a post by my friend Wil, I remembered something I witnessed this year and San Diego Comic-Con that just destroyed any and all cynicism I had been feeling about the show, and got me REALLY upset about the message of the protesters outside. 

I had taken a brief break from my booth to stretch my legs and use the restroom. As I was washing my hands, I heard a man’s voice saying, “Dry ‘em real good. Use the towels.” His voice sounded stern. I looked over and saw that his son, a boy maybe in his mid to late teens, had a peculiar grimace on his face, like maybe he had been crying. The man kept giving his son clear, but authoritative instructions, more than a boy his age should need. I quickly realized my mistake, that the boy seemed to have Down’s Syndrome or some other mental challenge. The dad was just making sure he remembered all the steps he needed to go through in order to complete this task. They moved to exit the restroom with me right behind them, then the dad said, “I’ve already got it worked out. It’s taken care of. We’re going to be at Comic-Con all 5 days next year.”

“All five days?!” replied the son, the peculiar look on his face replaced with a smile so wide, my heart could hardly stand it. 

“Yep. Just like the old days,” the father reassured his son, his voice slightly cracking. 

The son pounded his fist in the air and did a triumphant little jump. They walked side by side a few steps further when the son, much shorter than his father, thrust both of his arms around the man’s body and buried his face into his father’s chest. He hugged him so hard he nearly knocked him over. The dad put his arms around the young man and they kept on walking, holding each other like that until they were out of my sight. 

I wiped a few tears onto the sleeve of my Superman hoodie and made my way back to my booth. My heart was completely broken, not because I was hurt, rather because it could not contain the love I had just witnessed between this father and son. The phrase, “just like the old days,” is what destroyed me. This was their tradition. This was their special time to share the things they loved with each other and with 100,000 other people who felt the same way. This was their homecoming and I’ll be damned if I stand by while anyone tries to convince the world it’s wrong, evil, false or anything but genuine and pure and wonderful. 

Earlier in the week, I had been thinking of funny ways to lash out at or humiliate the religious protesters. “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if we…” scenarios raced through my brain ever time I walked passed their dead-eyed faces reciting scripture in droll, lifeless monotone. But, as Wil mentioned, they were mostly kids. Someone influential introduced them to hatred and fire and brimstone and righteous judgement instead of introducing them to comic books and cartoons and costumes and fun. These kids are the only victims in this situation. Rather than shame them, I wish I could invite them in. I wish I could sit them down front row center for the Marvel panel, or take them on a tour of artist alley. I wish they could dig through longboxes with me until we found all 4 variant covers of X-Men #1 (the book that got me hooked when I was 10 years old, and changed my life forever). I wish I could show them how different the expressions on our faces looked from theirs, and welcome them into a world without fear, without damnation and without shame. I wish they could have seen that young man’s face and the way he hugged his father, and I hope someone, someday loves them that much. 

Life is so fantastically short. The time you spend making yourself and others unhappy is wholly wasted, and you can never have it back. Put down the megaphone, drop the sign and come inside. We’re having so much fun, and everyone is invited

so i was rewatching the Nerd HQ video and Misha was telling his fart story. And I noticed that at some point he stops as if he is kinda lost in the story and doesn’t remember what to say next.



Go watch it, it’s awful: (x)

A Public Plea for "Cosplay Recovery Lounges"

Cosplay is a ton of work, and a cosplayer’s worst nightmare is having something go wrong at con. I’ve had minor panic attacks when a vital piece snaps off during the con after months of prep work. :(

On top of that, we’ve all had stressful moments were we just need to have a breather, grab a drink, make a repair with the helmet off.. without a bystander trying to snap a “candid” photo or ask us if we can throw our costume back on for “one quick photo” that multiples into 20.

(Photo Credit: Humble Shield)


A “Cosplay Recovery Lounge/Zone” is an area off to the side (or within a quiet area) of a convention - panel room, tucked away atrium - marked on the convention map that cosplayers can duck into for a quick break or repair. 

  1. “No Photos” Zone
    This helps cosplayers relax! No worries about taking off your helmet, snapping off pieces of armor, hiking your panty hose back up, or pulling out a spandex wedgie. The other cosplayers in the lounge understand and won’t judge. 
  2. Emergency Costume Supplies
    A local cosplay group (or a few) can work with the convention to donate common emergency cosplay supplies, like hot glue guns, sewing kits, extra rivets, duct tape. 
  3. A Place to Sit and Rest Safely (Recover!)
    It’s hard enough finding a spot to crash in the crowd. As cosplayers up their game, their costumes may wear them down physically (more than they expected). Also, heat exhaustion and overall injuries are not at all uncommon with the hard core cosplayers.
  4. Lounge Time Limit
    Volunteers would make sure nobody’s using the lounge as a hotel room. ;)


  1. Cosplayers could rock out their costumes longer (which the convention and fans appreciate!).
  2. Cosplayers can network in the lounge! Make new cosplayer friends in a relaxed environment away from photographers and the public!
  3. The convention can promote this as an additional feature for the cosplay/costuming track. I know I would appreciate a convention going above and beyond for cosplayers, and I’d sing accolades for any con doing this.

This is just an idea I’ve been having, but having attended a con from all angles (cosplayer, vendor, attendee, and organizer) and the explosion of the cosplay community, this would be a huge asset for small and large cons.