The Wrath of CON
Also there is a weird fascination with cross-dressing. There is definetly some gender confusion at Comic-Con. I saw "larry croft" an old guy dressed as Laura Croft. I saw many dudes in huge princess peach dresses. And of course the ambient amount of anime strangeness. Also those Naruto Head bands needs to stop I swear to god I thought I was in the "ninja village" at comic con.
The lameness exists and the one way to summerize it is the stench. The stench of that place was one of the most god awful things I have experienced. It was like being in the armpit of the blob. A vision of the past came to me of being back in my old comic shop and having those vampire the masquerade kids come in. And instead of just browsing they start arguing about different vampire types. Than all of the sudden they descide to have a nerd "sparring" useing those japanese training swords. The sweat, noise, and raw nerdness gets to a point were I subsequently descide I must be elswere especially when members of the opposite sex might walk by.
Needless to say it is a very specific image that comes into my head. But this is magnified and so large that even caring if the opposite sex observes is mute and I am not in highschool anymore I could care less. But that unease I feel when around religous zealots, sports fanatics, and comic nerds is universal. I have a natural mis-trust of fanatisism because it causes people to place something else above other people even themselves. So all in all Con was a reminder of what I truly love and truly hate about the dorky side of things.

and Link's souless eyes look like they feed on the souls of the nerds. I think I took this picture right as he killed a piece of me.






