The sub-moronic ramblings of a semi-functioning illiterate


connecticonNot only was the day I met Neil Gaiman one of the best days of my life, but it was the first half of what may have been the best weekend ever. That is because I spent the very next day rubbing elbows with some of the most die-hard fans ever to converge in one place- a massive, multi-genre gathering better known as…ConnectiCon.

That weekend, from now on known as the Pilgrimage of Awesome, began in New Hampshire where I journeyed east to Harvard Square, Boston- the place where I would meet and become best buds with Neil Gaiman. From there I traveled southwest to Hartford, Connecticut, the place of my birth and home of the comic extravaganza, ConnectiCon.

941424_469207396495513_935284982_nIt was there, amidst the historic and stately buildings of the insurance capital of the world, I found myself in a convention center surrounded by a throng all dressed as their favorite cartoon/comic/video game characters. Never in my life have I felt so out of place for not wearing fangs or serpent contact lenses (you all have no idea how angry I was to have forgotten my Jayne Cobb hat).

I’ll be honest with you and say that if a person wore anything other than a BrownCoat, I probably didn’t know who they were supposed to be. That’s how new I was to this sort of gathering. I was such a newbie, in fact, that I was chastised by HR Nightmare for not taking pictures of me meeting Marina Sirtis, and then later by our daughter for not getting the autograph of some dude called, “Fargo.” Both of these actors were pleasant and approachable despite the hoard of hangers-on converging into their booths, but I didn’t want to be a bother and ask for attention. From what I’ve learned, being a “bother” is what it’s all about.

176956_411314275603922_1134951588_oI would have to say that the highlight of my walking tour of weird was to a booth manned by a company specializing in Steampunk/Vampire wares known as Great American Gothic.

Not only was I impressed with the quality of their work, but their showmanship during the event was very entertaining as well.

Yeah, I’ll admit they suckered me in for a Chimera’s Blood flask which I then gave to Prince Charming, an avid flask collector himself. A little networking may have landed me a sweet deal for a line of custom flasks, all designed around the REAPERS WITH ISSUES novella series. I’d love to see each Horsemen get his own flask. How’s that for clever marketing?

ConnectiCon is by no means as big a deal as Comic-Con, the uber convention held yearly in San Diego, but I imagine it is still as fun and entertaining as anything the west coast has to offer (minus the crowds and price gauging), and I for one am very glad to have attended.

Now, if I could just convince Nathan Fillion to attend next year…

17 responses

  1. Sounds like a great time!
    (I hope you’ve since found out who Fargo is.)
    I’ve never been to one, but a friend of mine wants to go to Dragon Con, so maybe we’ll do that at some point.

    And good luck on Fillion. I think even the Bloggess gave up on him (and she just wanted a pic of him holding twine.)

    July 21, 2013 at 11:46 am

    • Wow…DRAGON CON. I wish I could go to that one, but it takes place at the beginning of the school year and I am sort of needed then, dammnit.

      As for Fillion, well…let’s just say I’ve got some interesting pictures…

      July 21, 2013 at 11:49 am

  2. Nice!

    July 21, 2013 at 9:52 pm

  3. As someone, whose name escapes me, once said, “Pics, or it didn’t happen.”

    July 22, 2013 at 2:19 am

    • I think it was Bill Clinton who said that.

      July 22, 2013 at 11:03 am

  4. That all sounds awesome.

    July 22, 2013 at 10:38 am

    • It was, although I cannot express enough how out of place I felt dressed in shorts and a plain tee shirt. The whole experience was surreal.

      July 22, 2013 at 11:04 am

      • Like going to a renaissance fair in a Hawaiian shirt?

        July 22, 2013 at 12:11 pm

        • Ha! Is that something you did? I wonder if they tried to burn you at the stake for being a witch.

          Last time I went to a Renaissance Fair I won the knife throwing contest. Shocked that 4’11” me was such a badass with a knife, they asked me what my secret was. I told them, “I’m Italian.”

          Wow, did that piss them off.

          July 22, 2013 at 4:13 pm

          • No… I just remember seeing people in regular clothes and it totally messed up my trip… my trip to the fair… yeah… that’s what I meant.;..

            July 22, 2013 at 4:36 pm

            • Wow…the last “trip” I took I ended up at a Renaissance Fair too. Or was it a County Fair? No, on second thought it was a County Jail.

              I’m just joking. I’ve never been to Burning Man.

              July 22, 2013 at 4:46 pm

              • It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…

                July 22, 2013 at 5:50 pm

  5. Next year we can go- ill be your dragon and you can be the warrior who vanquished me. 🙂

    July 22, 2013 at 11:16 am

    • Oohh baby…I see shackles and chains and leather straps in our future.

      Somewhere HR’s head just exploded.

      July 22, 2013 at 11:37 am

  6. I was wondering why my sexy-sence just went off. Haha I said went off.
    Okay I’m done. NAP TIME 🙂

    July 22, 2013 at 12:20 pm

    • Typical.


      July 22, 2013 at 4:13 pm