Saturday was a fun day, but a beating! Spent most of the day at Dallas Comiccon Fan Days in Irving, then drove into Dallas for a book signing. Only gallons of coffee and soft drinks kept my old carcass from having a fit of narcolepsy. In my caffeine induced stupor, I thought it would be fun to take selfies in public restrooms like teenage girls, strippers and hog farmers. I think I was actually more comfortable in the paper mache head, than the 15 year old suit pants. At least the cartoon outfit pants didn’t pinch my muffin top so much that I thought that I was going to pass out! And they were purposely high water pants…
There are two things that give me the creeps-clowns and creepy statues! And puppets, hobos, Jehovah’s Witnesses, dogs with rabies, snakes, bleeding Virgin Mary statues, and…wait, is that more than two things? Anyway, I digress! This Dr. Who character is at the top of the list. I think I pooped my pants!
winds up dead! What else could happen? Crybaby is very annoying with his constant whining, and perpetual gas. Vader has enough problems breathing without having to have his respirator filter out farts!
The convention last Saturday was a fun experiment in human behavior. I sat down at the end of a freebie line with my sign and money dish, acting like a hobo. Most of the people in the line treated me like a real homeless person! They stared straight ahead, and wouldn’t look at me, for fear that I would talk to them, and possibly ask them for money. Weird! Don’t be afraid folks-it’s just cosplay!
I just broke out the hot glue, and dusted off my Neurotico costume for the free Dallas ComicCon Fan Appreciation Day convention this Saturday in Irving, Texas! After minor repairs on the paper mache head, and some Fabreze sprayed on my clothes, I am ready to go!
Ok, it is not Friday here, but it is Friday somewhere, right? I guess, maybe? Well anyway, I wanted to finish this and post it yesterday, and I would have if it wasn’t for those meddling kids(employers)! It goes out to all of the great folks that happen, by no fault of their own, to be follicle challenged!