WonderCon 2010: I Left My LARP in San Francisco


WonderCon 2010 is now over, leaving me feeling both elated and sad. It was a great show and a fantastic opportunity for Fanboys of the Universe. Our first official con exhibition went extremely well, and I’m forever in the debt of Whatever Comics for hosting us. I’d also like to thank Brian Andersen and Desmond Miller for putting up with my special brand of silliness. I learned a lot from the experience, talked to a lot of existing (and potential) fans and received some valuable feedback on the site. Per tradition, here is just a random list of things I learned or experienced from WonderCon 2010:

1. I’ve said many times that I judge people based solely on whether I think they’d hide me in an attic when the government starts sending the gays to death camps. I’m happy to report that it is my firm belief that Gail Simone would not only hide me, but would give me a lot of great comics to read. Love her.
2. Stormtroopers get away with wearing the same costume three days in a row, because of their general anonymity. Everyone else needs to mix it up a little.
3. Free stuff attracts kids and teen girls. Neither of which are in my core demographic. Next year: FBOTM Booth Babes!
4. Gays say they want to see themselves represented in comics. However, they don’t seem to want to buy independent gay comics, only the crumbs that DC and Marvel throw at us once or twice a year. This is an interesting phenomenon that I’m going to be taking a closer look at in the weeks to come. Stay tuned.
5. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: While we’re all very proud of you for procreating, please leave your babies and, more importantly, their doublewide strollers at home.
6. As much as I complain about the stroller parents, San Francisco parents (or more specifically, San Francisco parents who take their kids to cons) are pretty damn cool. Since my table was so popular with kids, I got to see firsthand the majority of parents pinning my “gay geek” buttons on their tiny little wards. It was all very heartwarming, until Brian Andersen inevitably shooed them away.
7. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m a total crotch-watcher. My eyes will go from your face to your crotch pretty quickly. I’ve gotten pretty good at it over the years, so you may not even notice. So, trust me when I tell you that sitting behind a table is the perfect vantage point for watching all the bulges go by. Truly, I recommend everyone get a table at the next con and enjoy the parade.
8. This happens at every con I’ve ever been to. There is always a communications breakdown between Security and Facilities. There has to be a way to get these two groups to talk. If Facilities opens the doors at 10, and a thousand people head down the escalators, only to be told by Security that the con isn’t open, the ensuing melee seems entirely avoidable. On the plus side, if you’ve never seen a row of Stormtroopers fall like dominoes on an escalator, you’re really missing something.
9. While True Blood is the worst show on television, the energy drink it inspired is actually pretty good. Like the show, it leaves kind of a nasty aftertaste, but unlike the show, it is sparkling and fun. Plus, the ingredients label features far better writing than anything you’ll see on the show, and that’s just a list of chemicals.
10. Finally, the thing that keeps me coming back to these conventions (besides #7) is the incredible opportunity it affords to make new friends. I have friends that I only see once a year at conventions. So, in addition to the usual reasons to go to a con, you also get to have a reunion with friends. So, I’d like to give a shout-out to my newest con friends: Rich, James, Kenne, Des, Jon and Banana Boy. See you in San Diego!

That’s it, folks! Tune in tomorrow for a podcast recap of the weekend, including an interview with Jon Macy, the insanely dreamy author of Fearful Hunter and Teleny and Camille.

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