NYCC Days 2&3

Our interactions with our hotel continued to be a struggle but we’ve overcome and I now have good wifi and the time and energy to write up days 2 and 3!

Day two was our longest day yet, but also possibly my favorite.  We went to five panels all of which were good but many of which were great.  We wanted to see the Seth Meyers panel and it just so happened that we also wanted to watch the two that preceded it in the same room. We weren’t the only ones with that plan but none the less we ended up with great seats, and Seth had us in stitches.  He’s so funny and was incredibly personable with the audience.  After that we ran across the convention center to get into The Walking Dead panel.  Robert Kirkman (the creator of) is hysterical and made sure that everyone had a great time.  My favorite was the panel called “Marvel’s Agents of Prime Time” or something similar and it was all about Agent Carter and Agents of Shield.  Agent Carter is filming right now, and Agents of Shield premiered two weeks ago, so after some Q&A they showed us the third episode.  It was great, not only because the show is, but because watching a show with a bunch of people who love it as much or more than you do just makes everything about it better.

We had our shortest day today, there were only two panels we wanted to see, well there were more but our whole morning was taken up by getting a wristband and then standing in line for the Firefly reunion, and as such we missed a few other panels.  It was worth it though, Nathan, Alan, Gina, and Jewel had us all in stitches the whole time and all seemed to be thrilled to be there talking to fans of a show that ended over a decade ago.

Colleen and I each picked up four (total of 8) prints of some of our favorite heroes which was a goal of mine to come home with, as well as a couple t shirts and of course, more comics.

I held off reading comics for a long time for no real reason.  I just didn’t feel like doing it.  Then Secret Wars was announced last year, which is pretty much a reboot for the whole Marvel Universe and the story line by which this occurred was fascinating, and I decided that I’d start reading the books that lead up to Secret Wars.  Well I did, and I haven’t stopped reading they’re so fascinating!  I haven’t been able to stop.  I like to buy compilations of books because that means more bang for my buck, but it also means not getting new issues right when they’re released; but much later.   I’m okay with it because none of my friends read comics and won’t spoil anything for me.

We were going to try to attend the Daredevil and Jessica Jones panel tonight, where I’m fairly certain they’re going to show the first episode of Jessica Jones, but instead we met up with John (our brother who is currently going to school in New Jersey).  We met at McGee’s bar which is the real life bar that McLaren’s was patterned after in How I Met Your Mother, a favorite TV show for the three of us.  It was really good, and of course it was great to see John.  We then walked back to Penn station through Times Square.

So far so good, I wish tomorrow wasn’t the last day!

Leenie

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New York Comic Con Day 1

I meant to do a longer post on how this trip was funded, and believe me it could have been it’s own post, however I find myself with so much to say already that I’ll just say this; a few years ago Colleen and I committed to saving every $5 bill we got and all our coin change.  With that we managed to more than fund a trip across the country to New York Comic Con (we wanted to go to San Diego but couldn’t get tickets).  We had family and friends help us out as well from time to time but the bulk of the funds came from those $5 bills.

Anyway we had a fairly uneventful trip to NYC, except a small detour to go back for our badges which we couldn’t get in without. There was some hassle with our hotel which we are still sorting out but that is also not the subject of this post.  I’m gonna talk about what we actually did at NYCC, and experiencing it as a first time fan AND as someone who is very new to the world of comics.

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That Puppy Isn’t A Vacum Bag and as Such Isn’t Disposable

I’d like to say that there’s a good reason for me bing gone from the internet for so long; however there isn’t. I was busy, I was tired, I didn’t feel like writing blah blah blah.  However I’m back and as much as I would like the reason for my return to be that something so funny happened that I ran home to share it.  This is not the case.  Though bright side, I’ve decided to incorporate a dog day section to my blog.   Continue reading

The Funny Thing About Cleveland

Many many years ago My Aunt and Uncle decided to take my cousins; Patrick, Thomas, and Noel (I don’t remember if Rose was born yet but if she was she was going too) to Disneyland.  But they decided to keep it a surprise.  They told the kids that they were going to visit Noodle and Grampian and us but that was it.

On the drive down my Aunt said to my Uncle something along the lines of, “Don’t you think that part of the fun of a trip is the anticipation?”  He agreed so she said to her kids, “Would you guys rather go to Cleveland or to Disneyland?”

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The Funny Thing About Vet Bills

Vet bills come in droves.  Everyone who has worked with animals knows this.

Recently Booge, our Boston Terrier, woke up one day having gone completely deaf over night and having no sense of equilibrium at all.  This was a Saturday and since he showed no improvement by Monday we took him to the vet.  I suspected an inner ear infection, but they couldn’t see one.  Thy said this kind of thing happens to old dogs sometimes, which is funny because until recently he was our “young” dog.  Anyway it has sense cleared up and he’s back to normal.

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Sleeping in the son dreaming of vet bills.

Shortly after that Dempsey stopped eating.  This wasn’t shocking, he hadn’t been a great eater ever since we got him and we may have been overwhelming him with food…  OR he ate the yoga mat we put in the bottom of his crate.  It was one of those.  My initial thought was yoga mat, but then he kept pooping and his stomach didn’t seem hot or dissented and he maintained his puppy like attitude.  So then I thought maybe he was just sick of food.  So we switched his food.  He wolfed it down and spent the next few hours vomiting.

Clearly all was not well. He went to the vet and they discovered that he had indeed eaten the yoga mat.  Not all of it, but quite a bit of it.  The good news was that none of it had moved to his intestines.  When we picked him up the next day we also got this picture:

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The pile was actually bigger than that but you get the point.  The poor guy had about 30 staples in his stomach and was forbidden from playing or getting them wet or having any fun at all, for two weeks.  He just got them out and is much happier and has put on about 15lbs since the incident.

Hope you leave here laughing,

Leenie

The Funny Thing About Rope Swings

I was once an annoying child who saw that my neighbor had something fun and decided that I was entitled to it.  In this case my neighbors had a rope swing that went out over a steep hill creating a 20(ish) foot drop when the swing was at it’s highest.  We got permission to use it once and then used it all the time, when the owners weren’t home.  Anyway one day my parents were watching Colleen and I on this swing and the inevitable happened.  I missed the seat and was hanging on by only my hands.  I was four or five at this point and didn’t really have the arm strength to pull myself up, or to hold on.  I tried though and my arms gave out right at the crest of the swing.

In the ensuing fall it occurred to me that I might die.  I didn’t really understand what that meant but I was pretty sure that’s what was going to happen.  Then, WHUMP! I hit the dirt about as close to the neighbor’s burn pile as I could with out landing in it.  I got the wind knocked out of me and a bloody nose.  That’s all.

My parents, who didn’t yet know the extent of my injuries were reacting very differently.  My mom had jumped up and was racing over in a panic.  My dad, who had seen me go up above our roof hanging on the swing, then come crashing back down followed by a huge cloud of dust; was doubled over laughing. It’s a problem he has where when people seem to be terribly hurt he cracks up. This wasn’t a one time thing, it happens quite a bit.

I was a bit sore the next day but other than that I was completely fine.

I hope you leave here laughing.

Leenie