Wizard World New Orleans - Day Two
Day Two was very, very, very exhausting. :) I now live in abject fear of how my poor delicate body is going to react when I have to face three days straight of C2E2 and keeping up with all my friends who are going to call me a pussy.
Ah well.
Kari was trying to get me to wear glasses to complete my whole "Clark Kent, member of the press" feeling. I...I don't think I pulled it off very well.
And so we made our way to the convention center:
Click to viewAnd let's hear from the peanut gallery:
There is some weird-ass nightmare fuel in the lobby on the way to the convention proper, by the way:
No, it's okay. I didn't need to sleep tonight.
As I said before, I didn't go to any panels. We overslept through Julie Benz, which was a disappointment, but I had things to do at Artist's Alley.
Firstly, I met the great Mike Grell, who was a wonderful guy and incredibly charming. Mostly because he thought I was 23. XD
And I even managed to score an interview with him about THE LONGBOW HUNTERS for the show, so don't be shocked if you see this video again over at Made Of Fail:
Second order of business was finally meeting Phil Jimenez, who I'd also wanted to interview but was dangerously close to being out of room on my camera's memory card. :( I thanked him for managing to humanize Diana without making her a whiner or idiot (I did not name names at the time, but I am looking at you, Jodi Picoult). It was his run that got me reading WONDER WOMAN again after a time away, and I got to tell him that. I also unashamedly name-dropped Sterling when I was promoting the show (yes, people, I do PR at these cons and I am totally unapologetic about it), which may have worked because they're huge fans of one another. [Sterling, in a text: "Aw! I love Phil. One of the most wonderful humans I know. :)"] So I got a WW print (why they were free, I do not know, because they were GORGEOUS) and an autograph and a picture:
And I gave him this fabric rose in Mardi Gras colors as a welcome to New Orleans. Because Phil's a sweetheart, that's why.
Now for the final mission: FIND ROB LIEFELD.
I did not find Rob Liefeld. All weekend, as a matter of fact. I will re-file this mission under "CLASSIFIED" and drive a certain someone crazy wondering what it was I was going to do. IT WAS NOTHING MAKING FUN OF ROB. I'm not that "How To Draw Comics the Marvel Way" prankster. Come on, people, I have some class.
SHUT UP I TOTALLY DO.
STOP LAUGHING.
The only clue as to Rob's whereabouts was this mysterious note scribbled onto his table by person(s) unknown:
I got nothing.
So that was really it for me for the day. Who wants to see more cosplayers? Yes you do!
Wonder Woman!
Awesome Stormtroopers and Darth Vader!
Because every con needs a Slave Leia.
More Stormtroopers, Batgirl, unknown costume and Jango Fett.
Scooby and Fred...
...in front of the Mystery Machine.
Kari was not cosplaying as anything, but she had about a dozen people giving her the "I don't know who you're supposed to be, but it looks awesome!" fistbump. No, really, guys. These were just her clothes. I did tell her that with a little eye makeup, she could have passed as Gaiman's Death, but no dice.
And finally, Karl and his friend Mike. Because I know how much you wanted that image to stay with you after reading this entry.
...nah, screw it, I'm feeling generous. SLAVE LEIA AGAIN!