Saturday, July 23, 2011
BeeWoman! Saving the World, one garden at a time!
BeeWoman says it best: "Comic-Con is the best!"
(insert picture of me, Chickenblogger, crying pitifully, shamefully)
I brought my beautiful, heavy, black camera, to Comic-Con, and I took hundreds of pictures. Awesome pictures.
Pictures of Billy Dee Williams.
Pictures of Peter Mayhew.
Pictures of HR Puffnstuff, out of twisted nostalgia, and also to freak Alex out.
Pictures of grand vistas, spectacular Comic-Conness.
Pictures of Maria with every single cool artist, cosplayer, writer, and media person at the convention.
Pictures of William, Alex, and Max smiling, with Comic-Con bliss on their upturned faces.
I can see every picture, every moment. In my mind. You cannot accuse me of being too proud, or of being too prepared. I am neither. Not one picture exists in the real world. Too late, we discovered that there never was a memory card in the camera. None. Nothing. All lost, or never possessed, actually. And no, the beautiful black camera never says, "Hey, check me out, no memory card!"
Soul crushing heartache.
Sad, sad, sad.
(insert picture of me, Chickenblogger, crying pitifully, with raccoon eyes, bed head, and a look of bitter despair)
I did take one picture with my handy mobile device. BeeWoman. From her boots to her beehive, utterly adorable and creative.
BeeWoman and her dad, the BeeKeeper, complete with suit.
BeeWoman and her brother, Alex, the Marvel Hydra Soldier. He made his own mask and helmet.
William, Alex, and Max sporting huge smiles as they watched a LEGO video.
Me. Ironically, dressed as my alter ego, Chickenblogger-SuperMom. At least here, fiction can be better than truth when I tell you, I looked awesome! But the absurdity and embarrassment of dressing as a blogger/photographer/ultra-together mom, and having no memory card in my camera... well, it sort of diffuses my eagerness to make a big deal of this fantasy memory.
I feel ill.
(insert picture of me, Chickenblogger, throwing-up a little bit. Just kidding. Sorry about that. Gross, I know.)