Let me start with admitting that I know close to nothing about comic books, zombies or science fiction. I really couldn’t tell you the difference between Star Trek and Star Wars, and the last comic book I read was Archie in 1982.
“Then why would you go to Comicon, a comic book convention?” you inquire.
“Hello. I’m Annette, the girl who thrives on having new experiences. Have we met?”
Though I had overheard the rumors surrounding this well-attended event, I still had to experience it for myself. The proof is in the pudding.
What I had heard about this pudding was true; risque costumes, bondage-style masks and colored body paint galore.
Since I was in my street clothes and not dressed as Elektra, I was happy for the security of my media pass badge hanging around my neck. A justification for my presence there. And by being there I learned a few things:
1. Black face masks should not only be reserved for the sado masochistic bedroom behavior. It is perfectly appropriate attire at Comicon. Move over Mr. Grey.
4. Hot boys do like comic books.
7. Not all bunnies are soft, sweet and cute. Stay far away from the bloody ones carrying cleavers, especially when they are talking to wicked clowns.
Have you been to Comicon before? Are you a comic book, anime or science fiction fan?
Disclosure: I received a complimentary Media Pass from Phoenix Comicon, but all the words I write come straight from my, sometimes distorted, mind. Just as it should be.