Like so a lot of my technology, my first movie was Star Wars. I was two years old when my dad and mom took me to see it at a second-run drive-in in Miami in 1978. I sat in the back seat and have a fuzzy reminiscence of the opening scene of Darth Vader boarding Princess Leia’s ship, after which I fell asleep and do not remember the rest. But that was enough.
My mom is fond of claiming that my brother and that i come by our geekdom actually. My dad and mom keep a pewter replica of the Millennium Falcon in their bedroom. The cookie jar in their kitchen is R2-D2. My brother’s Bar Mitzvah reception theme was Star Trek, complete with t-shirts that learn, “I used to be beamed up to Mr. Funny’s Bar Mitzvah, Star Date 02201993,” under a coloration photograph of him dressed as Mr. Spock and doing a superbly stoic “Stay lengthy and prosper” Vulcan hand gesture. And these examples are just the tip of the geek iceberg in my household.
So it was with some regret that, for reasons I will not go into, I thought I would not be able to go to the 2009 New York ComicCon this past weekend. Then my tremendous-awesome sister-in-legislation, Daria, hooked me up. She works for a neighborhood journal and had a press cross for your complete weekend. After spending all day Saturday in the company of my geek brethren, there to assist Mr. Humorous and his improv group “Begin Trekkin’,” she was burnt out on all issues “Stars,” both of the “Wars” and the “Trek” varieties, as well as just about the entirety of fandom culture. When she asked me if I needed her move for Sunday I practically exploded with delight. All the pieces else fell into place, and Sunday morning I was off on the 42nd Street crosstown bus to the Javitz Center to get my geek on.
Since Sunday was Youngsters’ Day at ComicCon, I had labored on convincing Husband to come with me as Han Solo to my Princess Leia, and we might stick some pointy ears and a brown robe on the Princeling so he might go as Yoda. As a lot as my husband loves me, there are particular strains he won’t cross for me, and now I know that dressing up as Han Solo is one in all them. He would not even come to ComicCon with me, preferring instead to take the Princeling to the park for the afternoon. And that, proper there, is one of the largest variations between myself and Husband: whereas he likes things like “sunlight” and “warmth” and “outside,” I am perfectly joyful to spend a 54-degree cloudless afternoon inside the Javitz Center, strolling aisles of pure, unconcentrated geekdom without Husband or Princeling getting in my approach. Their loss, my achieve.
Even though I was with out the corporate of my own household, I used to be heartened to see so many other families in costume together, and that even when the mother and father could not be bothered to placed on, say, a protracted-sleeved red t-shirt with pointy gold chevron on the chest, that there were nonetheless many, many miniature Imperial Storm Troopers, Spider-Males, Batmen and even a Bat Girl, Disney princesses, and other varied adorable decked-out kids. You just know that this was like Halloween in February for them, and how fun is that when you’re a child! I roamed around, searching for a potential current for the Princeling, however determined that a four-month old is still too young, even by my requirements, for a baby-measurement mild saber. Instead, I browsed some baby alien t-shirts, and chatted with a publishing representative at a booth displaying some books by a dark fantasy writer I like, Kelly Armstrong. He gave me a free copy of his firm’s newest sci-fi launch, and while it doesn’t seem like the same old stuff I read, I never turn down a free ebook.
Upstairs in the child Zone, I watched costumed members of new York Jedi train “younglings” how to make use of mild sabers (please please please PLEASE nonetheless have that in five years when the Princeling is outdated sufficient!), and debated whether or not or to not ask a total stranger to take a photograph of me standing with Chewbacca. (I opted not to, because it seemed type of creepy and bizarre in the kid Zone.) I tried to make it to the screening of Joss Whedon’s new show, Dollhouse, but arrived too late. My ComicCon guide said it started at 1pm, however once i obtained there the sign mentioned 12:45pm. Ah nicely, I will simply should DVR it this Friday like everybody else. (I spent my thirtieth birthday taking a personal day from work to remain house and watch your complete Firefly series on the DVDs I got as a present from my brother. Completely satisfied birthday to me!)
When i received residence I advised Husband all concerning the super-awesome time I had at ComicCon, and whereas I did persuade him to include me subsequent yr (“Look, someone has to take images of me with Chewbacca,”), alas, I still can not get him to comply with dressing up in costume. He has mentioned, although, that I can carry the Princeling in costume.