Wednesday, August 11, 2004

HA HA on my head.

Comic Con’s this weekend. It’s about time I dusted off my hat.

When I went to my first comic convention six years ago, I thought I’d try to dress the part by wearing the Joker top hat I bought at Six Flags earlier that year. I figured I could finally put the overpriced foam cylinder to use in showing my comic book enthusiasm without resorting to donning my Robin outfit again.

Except for the chaffing, it was good times. The hat got me quite a few compliments. The most notable of which came from Ms. Alley Baggett, the former Playboy Playmate I paid five dollars to take a picture with.

It’s quite nice when an incredibly sexy woman enjoys how large something of yours is.

I’ve worn the thing to every convention ever since.

I’m pretty sure it will be accompanying me again when I go this weekend. Well, that is if I can find anyone to accompany me as well. So far, the only person I’ve gotten hooked is Deanry for Sunday. Everyone else I’ve asked doesn’t care about comic books enough to shell out the $20 entrance fee.

I think I need more geeks for friends.

So if there’s anyone out there in the area who’s in the mood for some comic fun this Sunday, give me a holler. It’ll be fun, I swear. Just look at the past enjoyment we’ve all had over the past six years.

And just think, if you come, that could be you being trodden underfoot by Dr. Doom.