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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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 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.


The Funny Thing About Being the 3rd Favorite Child (Part 1)

I don’t actually believe that I am my parents 3rd favorite child.  It’s just something I say because it drives them crazy and I have quite a bit of anecdotal proof that it’s true.  But just so we’re clear it’s not something I actually think.

I honestly don’t remember how old I was when this story took place, I guess I was about twelve but it’s totally possibly that someone in my family is going to text me and say I was ten or fourteen.  If that happens I’ll let you guys know.

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The Funny Thing About Parental Supervision

This story could go in my Pirate category, we were still very much invested in our pirate ways when this occurred but I decided to let it stand on its own. Anyway as I alluded to in, Pirates Part 1, my parents, aunts and uncles, grandparents, and various other concerned adults weren’t constantly up in our business during our adventures.  I’m more grateful for that than I can say.  I dislike what seems to be the current trend in parenting where parents are constantly breathing down their kids necks while they’re playing or giving them iPads to entrain themselves.  Of course I’m not a parent so I can’t really say how I’ll act or how parents should act, it just seems that me that the way my family did it was the way to go.

Anyway to the story:

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