This is Alex Ross Batman with Soccer Mom Wonder Woman. I call him alex Ross Batman because he's thick and doughy, yet still authoritative. And that's Soccer Mom Wonder Woman because she can't compete with the Wonder Woman from Part 3. You know I'm right.
A bit of backstory on this pic: Back when I appeared in Toyfare for my entry into their Make-Your-Own-Iron-Man-Costume contest, the SDCC organizers contacted me to ask if I would be kind enough to ship them my Iron Man costume made entirely out of plastic Iced Tea jugs to be displayed on the floor as a testament to amateur ingenuity.I said no way in hell was I going to pay for shipping, so they told me to screw off and displayed this movie costume, instead.
This is the greatest vehicle playset in the history of vehicle playsets, and it'll be mine as soon as I knock down a few walls so I can fit it in my apartment.Con was crawling with these things:
No, it's not a Kid Rock tribute band. It's a bunch of Sexy Jesus', there to promote Hamlet 2 through what must be some movie exec's idea of viral marketing. Well, it worked, because it got a mention here. And based on my website traffic report, I got 7 whole visitors last week!
Okay this one takes a bit of 'splainin. At my first year of Con, I was unfortunate enough to sample the offerings of the convention center food kiosks. $9 and one piece of microwaved pizza later, it was simply a matter of finding a place to sit down to enjoy my processed dog meat. There was nary an empty chair to be found, so my chums and I relented and settled on the floor at this very spot. Not three minutes later, as we were in the process of choking down a substance that surely contained bits of Chinese newspapers, a security guard approached us and sternly ordered us to get up and stop causing a fire hazard. So why am I posting this picture? Because it's totally unfair that these folks got to sit down in the very same area and eat their food unmolested! Where the hell is that security guard to hassle THESE people?? I'm writing my congressman a strongly worded letter about this.
And speaking of my chums, here they are looking happy to not be in a picture with me. My congressman will hear about that, too.And so ended another eventful year at Comic-Con. But wait! What crap did I buy? Well, I couldn't possibly pass up my chance to get a poster autographed by Lou Ferrigno. He signed it while talking on his cell phone and not making eye contact with me. Oh, and he gave me change from his own wallet. So Chirping Chicken now has a $20 bill that was once in Lou Ferrigno's wallet - they might want to frame it.
As usual I picked up a few Batman figures, but beyond that, not much else.
Not much else at all...My trip back was a bit less stressful than my trip out, at least until I got on the plane and realized that I was sitting next to a hyperactive and very vocal five-year-old boy who was none too pleased about being separated from his mommy. That is until he met me.
This is Jack, and as you can tell from his jumpsuit, Jack like Iron Man. We got along just fine. It's amazing how easy it is to make friends with a five-year old when you happen to be carrying a bunch of Batman action figures in your carry-on luggage. And it gave me an excuse to play with my action figures on my tray table without air marshals tackling me, so all in all, it was a win-win situation.
Oh, and one interesting note, my flight took off 2 minutes before that 5.4 earthquake hit LA, which we were all fully informed about thanks to Jet Blue's in-flight TV. That's like watching Godzilla tear through Tokyo while on a plane leaving Tokyo. In other words - awesome!
So thus ends this year's Comic-Con coverage! Tune in next year for, uh, something else...
Iron Monger commands you!
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