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I hit the road last weekend for Erie, Pensylvania to attend the Erie Library Comic-Con, only to find out that I had been tricked! I was led to believe that the convention was being held in Eyrie, PA, and I was greatly disappointed to find that the show’s location, Basement Transmissions, had no moon door through which I could make little men fly! (I did toss a few children out of a window, but it just wasn’t the same).
The deception was double, in fact, as I soon realized I had been lured from the safe harbors of my home in Snowflakia, New York to hawk my wares in dreaded…Trump Country!
I made the best of a bad situation, but as usual, bodily injury was never more than a few costumed jerks away!
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All dressed up and no place to go! But at least, for the first time in my life, I was color coordinated.
What button do I push to make you disappear, weirdo?
Spawn meets a jawa? Whatever… just so long as Ryan Reynolds plays you in the movie.
This little girl was so adorable! But then we got into a heated discussion about whether or not genre movies really needed more “strong female role models” or if that is just an excuse for liberal pandering, and to be quite honest, she turned into a straight-up bee-yotch.
I’m sorry! The “Boba Fat” joke was way out of line! (BTW, how’d you escape the sarlacc? Did’ja got stuck halfway down it’s throat??)
This dame puts the “leg” in “Legolas”! Oh… wait. You’re Link, aren’t you? Fuck. Just get out of my shot.
Wow! Half Logan, half Deathstroke! That makes you the most badass killer of all time! So… you gonna buy something or what?
“I sold my beard to buy you a hair pick! But… you sold your afro to buy me a bottle of beard oil?? OH THE IRONY!!”
KWAII! I’m sure your parents are charmed by your cosplaying!
And I’m sure YOUR parents wish they hadn’t scrimped and saved to pay for your college tuition, since you are obviously destined for a career at Delta Sonic! Hey, how much for a touchless wash, dork??
AAAARGH! Keep the change!
My Zardoz poster is starting to take shape…
…And look! Once again I am changing the face of culture!
Last weekend I spent several of the precious moments I have left on this planet sitting at a table at the inaugural Flower City Comic-Con, which was held in beautiful That City Where I Live (also known as Rochester, New York).
I made new friends, introduced many folks to the glories of my work and very nearly caused Farscape’s Gigi Edgly to miss her flight so that she could sign a last minute autograph for me (by the way, what’s a “frelling drannit”? ‘Cuz she called me that about three times).
But as always, the REAL fun was having my photograph taken with the costumed weirdos who invariably abandon their posts twirling cardboard signs in front of local Moneytrees to turn up at these shows. Unfortunately, their adorable costumes belied their violent natures.
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| Who would want to harm little ol’ me? Well, just about everyone it turns out. |
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| Never mistake Snake Pliskin for Nick Fury! It’s not the beating you’ll get, it’s the twenty minute monologue he’ll deliver about objectifying his eye patch. |
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| I said a little off the top, not a little of the top off! ARRRGGGHH! |
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| That’s Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, and a human skeleton from… my body?? (glorp!) |
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| “‘Peggy Carter?’ Never heard of her! Come on… you just got lazy with your Carmen San Diego costume, didn’t you? OOF!” |
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| Aww, poor Lambchop. Without Shari Lewis she’s been reduced to doing open mics at coffeeshops, reciting slam poetry about her college lesbian encounters. |
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| On the left, famous painter Joe Jusko. Hey Joe, how’d you like to do the cover for the next issue of PEEK? I can’t pay you, of course, but the exposure would be… |
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| Alright, you win! Ten contributor’s copies, but that’s my final offer! |
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| “Come father, let us embrace at last!” Kyoko from Madoka Magica was only too happy to reenact my favorite scene from Excalibur! |
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| Since Weapon Brown is kind of a male Furiosa, it was only a matter of time before a girl version of Immortan Joe showed up. Of course, she didn’t like it when IÂ asked her if she’d cosplay as my favorite character from Fury Road: that naked chick in the cage! |
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| 1-Upped!! |
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| Â Dalek Nyder, I have to know: what do you think of Weapon Brown?? |
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| I get it, I get it! It sucks! …But enough of this butt-sniffing, you wussy R2 unit! Let’s see how you fare when I assume… MY ULTIMATE FORM! |
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| Oh shit. You have an ultimate form too, huh? Um… can’t we all just get along? |
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| Spider-Man and the Joker?? You two are working together now?? |
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| Check it: me and rising superstar Matt Lintz (of Pixels and the upcoming Free State of Jones). Hey Matt… I’ve got a screenplay that would just be perfect for Donkey Kong. Do you think you could introduce us?? |
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| PIXELATED!! |
My recent comic strip-delaying trip to the Chicago Comic-Con, aka Wizard Chicago, aka the Mulligan Peters Sourdough Biscuit LLC Comics Trade Show, was a resounding success! I sold many a product, shook the sweaty hand of many a fan, and, as is par for the course, I had my ass kicked repeatedly by costumed yokels with no sense of humor. The crux of my lawsuit against a the American Cosplay Guild is documented below.
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Okay, you’re not a Power Ranger and you’re not a Pokémon. You’re still Japanese right? That means I’m owed a panty flash!
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Yes! I swear! I SWEAR I’VE GOT MILK!!
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What? I can’t understand you. Are you saying “om nom nom”? Here, let me lean in closer…
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This guy was dressed up as Bill Gates dressed up as Mister Rogers dressed up as the kid from FLCL. I told him he was too fuckin’ meta.
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Long time fans, be gone! I have found the one true Blockhead, and he has agreed to solo-fund all my Kickstarter campaigns from now on!
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Caffeine-free Mr. T refused to pity me.
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Hmmm… nice costumes and all, but I dunno… could you maybe fuse yourselves into into some sort of “bananun”?
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Nope, nope, I definitely liked you better the other way.
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| YOU are the law? My good Mr. Dredd, let me recall for you what Benedict Spinoza had to say about such things…OW!! |
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| Please God, let me have just one lick of this giant root beer barrell before I die… |
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| Stop! You don’t understand! I’m with Occupy too! |
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| But seriously…how would you feel about a pity screw behind the Mighty Muggs booth? |
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| Okay, I learned my lesson last year: your name is Black Lightning, not Black Vulcan, right? Arrghh! Foiled again!! |