I promise I’ll stop talking about New York Comic Con after today. I’ve pretty much covered my whole experience. All that’s left is this list of odds and ends I didn’t manage to cram in to any of my other convention coverage.
Final Thoughts and Observations
(In no particular order.)
1. NYCC really needs a stronger LGBT presence. It was really the only thing missing for me. While nowhere near the scope of San Diego Comic-Con, I enjoyed the more manageable size. I didn’t feel like I was missing everything. But we need more gays there!
2. Hey you! Cute guy who sat next to me at the Mattel panel! You forgot your bag of t-shirts. I watched over them, in case you came back, but you never did. The fact that they were MOTU t-shirts and exactly my size pretty much guarantees I’ll be holding on to them for you for a while. But if you’re the cute guy missing his He-Man tees, you know where to find me.
3. If you have twins, I congratulate you on your obvious fertility. And while I hope your children follow in the footsteps of other great twins, like Luke and Leia, Adam and Adora or Jayna and Zan, if you ever bring a double-wide stroller to a crowded convention floor again, an angry mob will kill you and sell your babies for comic book money.
4. Cartoon Network hired a bevy of scantily-clad babes to hawk Krod Mandoon. I have nothing against this. Someday I hope to hire a bevy of buff dudes to hawk FBOTU. What does bother me is when the babes have no idea what they’re promoting and say things like, “Come on! Geeks will like this!” Put them away, sister. I ain’t interested.
5. Mattel said some nice things. Answered some questions. And didn’t even get drunk and rough me up. So I’m going to give them another chance and hope for the best!
6. In other relationship news, please don’t break up with your significant other outside the Con. For several uncomfortable minutes, while trying to get a cab, I was witness to an exasperated young man telling his girlfriend that it was really over this time. Save it for later or at least do it in the Food Court.
7. I don’t know what turns a regular old comic book fan into a jerky comic book executive, but I’m surprised how quick comic book professionals turn on their customers. When fans express concern about the direction a book is taking, they are summarily dismissed with the same old song, “Trust us. We know best. This is our best work ever.” In several panels I attended, anyone with a dissenting opinion was silenced. There’s something unsettling about a room full of comic book geeks being bullied by their idols.
8. And yet I found it oddly satisfying when a room full of fans would shout down their brethren for asking stupid questions. This was especially evident at the larger panels, where the crowds booed and hissed questions like, “Where do you get your ideas?” and “Can I give you my headshot?”
9. Final panel thought. At every convention I’ve ever attended, all over the United States of America, no one can seem to get a sound system or DVD player to work. With thousands of geeks in attendance, there must be someone with some experience in the A/V Club.
10. I am only one man. It has become apparent that my only hope for covering more of what’s going on at these conventions is to get help. So, if you’re interested in being my Convention
Assistant, please let me know.
Favorite unintentionally homoerotic request in the men’s bathroom: “Will you hold my lightsaber?”
I’d love to!
NEXT CONVENTION: WonderCon 2009, San Francisco, February 27-March 1