There will be a few more today.
OH YES THERE WILL.
Tag: cosplay
#C2E2 Photos: Day 1
Zzzzzz….. Some of these could probably stand to be cropped a bit; blech. I’m tired.
My booth babe.
THIS DUDE. Holy shit. That gatling gun swings into position and SPINS. 
I think Matt might be Kylo Ren.
The second recipient of the THIS GUY HOLY SHIT award. That shield’s a home build. He let me hold it. It’s actually made of steel, it’s HEAVY AS HELL and he is an absolute goddamn warrior for lugging that thing around with him all day. For ART.
Because sometimes Batman gets text messages too.
Sadly, Mojo Jojo wasn’t doing the voice.
I saw a lot of people dressed as the Joker– white, black, Asian, Hispanic, male, female, at least one person who was a guy dressed as a female Joker. This is not a guy dressed as the Joker. I think this ACTUALLY IS the Joker, and he had both of us THOROUGHLY creeped out by the time he left the booth. I wish to hell I’d gotten video of him– just the way he was MOVING, and the constant giggling. Holy shit. Like, Daniel Day-Lewis levels of method acting.
EDIT: he’s in this video. 
I didn’t get to talk to these two for very long but they were both awesome. Saw several Lokis, but this was the only Thor. 
And the most adorable cosplayer of the day.
And the most delicious cosplayer of the day. God, I miss Pockets.
Somehow, I got no pictures of Deadpools. There were SO MANY DEADPOOLS. I will fix this tomorrow.
Day Two
Today went better, and I will provide details later. I was at the table for eight hours and I’m exhausted. 
On Wonder Woman
I have no idea how widespread or old these pictures are, but: this, DC.
In which my kid is weird as hell
Netflix recently made Curious George: A Halloween Boo Fest available for streaming, and it has quickly become the show du jour around here.
I’m going to compress the plot into a couple sentences, because it’s not like it will make more sense if I go into more detail: there is a haunted, or maybe a ghost, scarecrow. He lacks a head (that’s him in the background there) and he is therefore known as No-Noggin.
No-Noggin dislikes hats.
If you walk past No-Noggin’s tree on Halloween (because No-Noggin’s not there, or you can’t see him, or something) and you are wearing a hat, he will kick your hat off. And then steal it.
My son has insisted on us putting a scarecrow in the front yard, and his favorite game now is to go outside and stand under the tree next to where we put the scarecrow. My wife and I are supposed to walk past him, at which point he kicks our hats off. Note that we have never actually been wearing hats when we do this, and I don’t know what he would actually do if I was wearing a hat while he was being No-Noggin and kicking hats.
He has been able to turn every conversation into a talk about kicking hats, and whether one should kick hats, and whether one is kicking hats or not, for at least a week. Today at day care, when I picked him up, I was told that he’d hit another kid. I’m pretty sure that what he actually did was kicked him.
He wants to be No-Noggin for Halloween, which means the wife and I get to find a way to jury-rig a costume.
Th’boy’s too young for cosplay, methinks.
Whee.
First day of school
Something has occurred to me. My brother, who has gotten the good looks in our family, has dressed as Axl Rose for Halloween on at least a couple of occasions, and has a phenomenal costume.
My physique is more appropriate for Homer Simpson.
Next Halloween, we’re both dressing as Axl, only I’m going to make him wear a sign around his neck with “1987” on it. I will dress identically and wear a sign around my neck reading “2014.”
It will be brilliant.
In other news, I’m about to go spend a week’s salary, literally, on new clothes.
Sigh.