San Diego Comic Con - The Final Chapter (or how I learned to stop worrying and love the costume)
Here are the last batch of pics...
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Nick chats with a fellow bounty hunter (for the astute, Nick has a denim jacket with a patch that says he is part of something called a "Blade Runner Unit").
I on the other hand, had an Imperial bounty on my head for my eternal dissing on George Lucas.
I don't know how a picture of the Death Star cafeteria got in here...
My hero before he got the cool costume.
This bully guy on creatine shakes was all like "Argh Nick I'm going to give you an icecream headache you've never felt the likes of!"
So I punched him in the knackers. Look how in the picture with Nick he's all laughing, and in this one he's screaming.
Me and the BEST PRESIDENT EVER.
Nick meets his hero and personal inspiration, some Canadian dude named Logan.
But then (and this is true) somehow the subject turned to how Wolverine worked in... What did he call it? "A titty bar"? And he got aggro. So...
I stepped up and got my ass kicked so bad I had to get bactine and everything. Nick asked me why it seems I get my ass kicked in all these photos so much, if it is some kind of secret masochistic fetish I have... But sadly, I replied to him, it was the fact that everyone we met was so heavily armed and it was the logical choice for displays of dramatic flourish. I mean seriously why doesn't someone make a superhero who just makes pretty colors? Oh wait, that's that slut Dazzler.
Nick Fresh and the Uglydoll B-Boys.
3 MCs and One DJ... How about 1 MC and two MONSTERS!
I came to Comic-Con looking for love, and found it.
These two miscreants may be the finest examples of the profession of journalist layabouts I have had the pleasure of meeting. I give you: Sean Howe and Andy Greenwald.
Allan Heinberg is so cool in my estimation he should be on vinyl. The most earnestly kind person I met at Comic-Con. I am actually going to watch The O.C. from now on.
So the Bruce Lee pictures are down here but before that...
A few days ago I felt that I would probably get bored or tired of Comic Con rather quickly. Not because of nothing to do, but a feeling of being overwhelmed by so many assaults on your visual cortex. Today when we were on the way to the airport, completely exhausted and minds struggling to play catch up with all the information we'd taken in over the past few days, sort of speechless and focused on the minutiae of getting home - I realized that I could leave easily without ever seeing the main floor again. But I would miss all the great people we met, people who shared a similar landscape in the recesses of our minds, obscure details and mythologies and a love for storytelling we needed to get by during our awkward years and a love for that we never gave up. Not seeing them for another year, that I would miss. Not being able to walk by someone who crafted a story that changed the way we perceived the world or helped us to survive through metaphor and knowingness.
So to all our compatriots, we bid you a fond farewell. Thank you most of all to those who made us feel like we were not amongst strangers; without them we would've gone negatively buoyant pretty fast. Jesse DeStasio, Eric Nakamura, Martin Wong, (even Bill Poon), Christina (you know I was paying attention, but I never even found our your last name), Andy Greenwald, Sean Howe, Allan Heinberg, David and Anh and Andy Lee, Matt Connelly, The Plan B Toys crew (we had to ship that stuff home), NoNo and Liz, all the people at Aspen Comics, Jimmy Jay and Heidi, and Larissa. If I forgot you, it was a really long weekend and I will remember when it all comes back to me with my sanity.
And now...
BRUCE LEE'S GHOST
The only reason I did this was because this amazing girl I met said she'd give me a hug if I did, and if there's anything I think modern living could use it's quests. Christina's boss suggested I should ask for twenty dollars. I would be fine with the hug because Christina is lovely and cute and half Korean and is a badass colorist in comic books. But still, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Until Nick goaded me, in front of Christina and I summoned what little courage I have... You know those people in costumes? What I learned at my final day of Comic Con, most of all, is that they are brave. It's easy to laugh at them, but they have a courage that deserves a place in any sort of youth and beauty brigade.
Christina gives Bruce his hug shortly after being summoned.
Tell Sauron my Kung Fu will kick his Ring's ass.
Bruce approves of the Giant Robot T shirt.
Bruce lets Martin and Eric know how much their magazine means to him and congratulates them on ten years of being awesome.
Ultimate Marvel Team Ups Presents: David Mack and Bruce Lee.
Bruce and Jeremy Bernstein, Shrek 2 animator and Bruce's relationship therapist.
Bruce offers to teach Superman martial arts.
Bruce don't need no sword.
Triumphant after kicking a Crazy 88's ass.
Uglydoll vs. Bruce Lee! Uglydoll goes for the kick...
See you all next year...
MORE DAY 2
Nick chats with a fellow bounty hunter (for the astute, Nick has a denim jacket with a patch that says he is part of something called a "Blade Runner Unit").
I on the other hand, had an Imperial bounty on my head for my eternal dissing on George Lucas.
I don't know how a picture of the Death Star cafeteria got in here...
My hero before he got the cool costume.
This bully guy on creatine shakes was all like "Argh Nick I'm going to give you an icecream headache you've never felt the likes of!"
So I punched him in the knackers. Look how in the picture with Nick he's all laughing, and in this one he's screaming.
Me and the BEST PRESIDENT EVER.
Nick meets his hero and personal inspiration, some Canadian dude named Logan.
But then (and this is true) somehow the subject turned to how Wolverine worked in... What did he call it? "A titty bar"? And he got aggro. So...
I stepped up and got my ass kicked so bad I had to get bactine and everything. Nick asked me why it seems I get my ass kicked in all these photos so much, if it is some kind of secret masochistic fetish I have... But sadly, I replied to him, it was the fact that everyone we met was so heavily armed and it was the logical choice for displays of dramatic flourish. I mean seriously why doesn't someone make a superhero who just makes pretty colors? Oh wait, that's that slut Dazzler.
Nick Fresh and the Uglydoll B-Boys.
3 MCs and One DJ... How about 1 MC and two MONSTERS!
I came to Comic-Con looking for love, and found it.
These two miscreants may be the finest examples of the profession of journalist layabouts I have had the pleasure of meeting. I give you: Sean Howe and Andy Greenwald.
Allan Heinberg is so cool in my estimation he should be on vinyl. The most earnestly kind person I met at Comic-Con. I am actually going to watch The O.C. from now on.
So the Bruce Lee pictures are down here but before that...
A few days ago I felt that I would probably get bored or tired of Comic Con rather quickly. Not because of nothing to do, but a feeling of being overwhelmed by so many assaults on your visual cortex. Today when we were on the way to the airport, completely exhausted and minds struggling to play catch up with all the information we'd taken in over the past few days, sort of speechless and focused on the minutiae of getting home - I realized that I could leave easily without ever seeing the main floor again. But I would miss all the great people we met, people who shared a similar landscape in the recesses of our minds, obscure details and mythologies and a love for storytelling we needed to get by during our awkward years and a love for that we never gave up. Not seeing them for another year, that I would miss. Not being able to walk by someone who crafted a story that changed the way we perceived the world or helped us to survive through metaphor and knowingness.
So to all our compatriots, we bid you a fond farewell. Thank you most of all to those who made us feel like we were not amongst strangers; without them we would've gone negatively buoyant pretty fast. Jesse DeStasio, Eric Nakamura, Martin Wong, (even Bill Poon), Christina (you know I was paying attention, but I never even found our your last name), Andy Greenwald, Sean Howe, Allan Heinberg, David and Anh and Andy Lee, Matt Connelly, The Plan B Toys crew (we had to ship that stuff home), NoNo and Liz, all the people at Aspen Comics, Jimmy Jay and Heidi, and Larissa. If I forgot you, it was a really long weekend and I will remember when it all comes back to me with my sanity.
And now...
BRUCE LEE'S GHOST
The only reason I did this was because this amazing girl I met said she'd give me a hug if I did, and if there's anything I think modern living could use it's quests. Christina's boss suggested I should ask for twenty dollars. I would be fine with the hug because Christina is lovely and cute and half Korean and is a badass colorist in comic books. But still, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Until Nick goaded me, in front of Christina and I summoned what little courage I have... You know those people in costumes? What I learned at my final day of Comic Con, most of all, is that they are brave. It's easy to laugh at them, but they have a courage that deserves a place in any sort of youth and beauty brigade.
Christina gives Bruce his hug shortly after being summoned.
Tell Sauron my Kung Fu will kick his Ring's ass.
Bruce approves of the Giant Robot T shirt.
Bruce lets Martin and Eric know how much their magazine means to him and congratulates them on ten years of being awesome.
Ultimate Marvel Team Ups Presents: David Mack and Bruce Lee.
Bruce and Jeremy Bernstein, Shrek 2 animator and Bruce's relationship therapist.
Bruce offers to teach Superman martial arts.
Bruce don't need no sword.
Triumphant after kicking a Crazy 88's ass.
Uglydoll vs. Bruce Lee! Uglydoll goes for the kick...
See you all next year...
3 Comments:
This is Sean Howe, too impatient to register or sign in or what have you, but this is the greatest collection of photos in the history of collections of photos.
Don't you ever change.
Sean we want your email address... Also didn't get Greenwald's.
where did you get the yellow tracksuit? looks great haha
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