Overheard in the ladies’ bathroom at the movie theater:

girl: Hey mommy, what’s that? (pointing to the tampon/pad dispenser)

mom: Um, it’s a candy machine

girl: ohh! candy! I want some!

mom: Oh, well, it’s empty.

girl: But I want candy!

mom: Fine, I’ll get you some outside.

girl: Mommy, why do they have a candy machine in the bathroom?

mom: I dunno, I guess some people get hungry when they want to go pee.

girl: That’s weird!

mom: I know…let’s go!

The mom shouldn’t have said candy…she should have said, “It dispenses brussel sprouts” or something like that.

I can’t wait for the day Benjers asks me that. I’ll just say flatly “Women bleed from their vajayjays. This is where they buy stuff to keep it from ruining their nice pants.”

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Today I laundered my first load of baby clothes. I bought the special baby detergent (though didn’t get the super expensive one) and I was ready to go. Since I’m starting up my hospital bag, I need to put some clothes in there for the baby. I want to make sure that I wash all the things for the baby before they’re used.

So I picked out some outfits, burp cloths, socks (they’re so tiny!) and receiving blankets for my first load. I threw it in the washer and decided to go to the grocery store to do some shopping since we’re out of milk and I had a craving for some. It was about 11 at night, but I knew that the market was open til midnight. I wondered if it was a bad idea to leave the washing machine going while I was gone, but decided that it probably wouldn’t catch fire or anything like that so it should be ok for the hour that I would be gone.

I got back, parked the car in the garage and went into the house through the garage. I was using the spare key for the car so I didn’t have an actual key to the house, so the only way I could get in there was through the door in the garage.

I was worried about the ice cream that I had in the trunk, so I wanted to put my groceries away quickly. I opened the door into the house and *BAM*, the door would only open 1/8 of the way, too small for me to fit me and my big fat belly.

WTF!?!?!

I looked at the crack in the door and saw the culprit….

The laundry room is room you enter when you’re entering the house through the garage. Sometimes when I do laundry, the washing machine shakes so much it moves from its place. Normally it’s only a couple inches, but there have been times it’s moved more than a foot.

To my dismay, this was one of those times. It had moved so much that it blocked the door. The way it had moved was so it was lodged between the door and the dryer.

I was stuck in the garage. I could move the washing machine a couple inches, but it was hard to manuever it around since I could really only stick in my arm. I stood there, wrestling with the door and the washing machine, but I was getting nowhere. I was trying to think of my options - I could call up my sister to bring her set of keys. Oh wait, I didn’t have my cell phone. I could drive to my dad’s place and pick up a set of keys from him, but it was almost midnight and I didn’t want to drive any more. I could drive to my in-laws, but I didn’t know if they were home or not. Dave was on call so he wouldn’t be back til the morning.

And the most worrying thing was that my ice cream was melting!

I got a second wind of energy and was able to move the washer out of the way after several back and forth moves. I made sure not to use my stomach muscles because I was paranoid that I’d pop the baby out. Wouldn’t that be something? Having my baby in the garage because I couldn’t get in the house?

Happily, I was able to get in the house and throw my ice cream in the freezer. I left the rest of the stuff in there for Dave to get in the morning…I was too pooped!

Next time, I won’t leave that sneaky washing machine on at home alone!

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I got to a whole variety of different client site, from the government to schools to hospitals to banks to huge companies. I was at a state government office once, and I had a badge that let me walk around the building without an escort. This really helped when I needed to leave for lunch or walk to the vending room.

During one of my first visits, I passed by an area that had a window that looked at the courtyard outside. I saw several people standing outside talking and milling around. This wouldn’t have been weird if the two men hadn’t been wearing the exact same thing - white t-shirts and green and white striped pants, almost looking like pajama pants. The other two were policemen, but since the building also house the police offices, that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. I walked by.

Later on in the day, I was in the bathroom, and there was a woman in there cleaning the bathroom. She said a pleasant “Hello” and I said hi back. I then noticed that she had the same striped pants and white shirt as the two men outside.

“Aha! That’s what the maintenance people wear!” I thought to myself. Pretty ugly outfits for maintenance people. They stick out like a sore thumb!

I was then talking to a coworker later on the week who was also working at the site. He mentioned to me, “Isn’t it weird that the convicts are just walking around?”

“Huh?”

“You know, they’re free to walk around the building when they’re doing their maintenance chores. They’re the ones in the green striped pants. How could you not notice them?”

“Oh. Yeah. Those guys. Um, yeah, that’s kinda weird.” I replied.

Ahh…the lightbulb goes on. The people who were wearing those strange uniforms were convicts! Turns out it was a work program for the convicts - if they had good behavior and worked hard, they were allowed to go outside the prison and work in the state offices. Of course, the state offices had security and everything around it, so there really is no danger.

So I admit to being a bit weirded out when I’d see the green stripes (as I called them in my head), but they always polite and friendly, so there was really nothing to be worried about.

I wonder if all the states do something like this…

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This story is from several weeks ago, when we went to the Santana concert at the Taste of Chicago.

Mel, Fatima and I had gone to the bathroom (well, bathroom isn’t the right word for it. ultra-toxic port-a-potty is more accurate) and we had just finished washing our hands at the fountains they had set up. We were going to go back to our table where everyone else was. Budweiser had set up a place for its employees to watch the concert, which was in a shaded area next to the bandshe11, so it was a little hard to maneuver around because there were trees, roots and grass all around. We were walking back and then I saw Fatima trip over a root in the ground.

Then her shoe fell off.

She went to retrieve it and realized that her cute little stylish flipflops that she had bought in Texas were broken. The side strap had broken off, as had the strap by her toes. The shoe was completely unusable. I offered her a ride on my back, she was frustrated and refused, choosing to take off her other shoe and just walk barefoot back to the table.

Once there, we let everyone know of what happened. Fatima had no shoe! We debated tying napkins around her feet, but she shot that idea down. Finally I offered to go back into the mass of sweaty humanity that was The Taste to go to the souvenir booth in hopes that they had some sort of footwear there. I mean, flipflops are ‘in’ right now, wouldn’t it be logical that they’d have official ‘Taste of Chicago’ flipflops? Melanie agreed to go with me on my quest and off we went.

We maneuvered around the crowd like pros. We were women on a mission! There was a poor girl out there with no shoes! I wanted to shout out to the crowd, “My sister has no shoes! Out of the way!” to part the people, but I don’t think they would have cared. We finally made it to the souvenir booth, where they had an assortment of keychains, t-shirts and hats. But no shoes!

Then Mel suggested that maybe we leave the taste and go to Michigan Avenue to see if there were any stores open that had shoes. We made our way through the crowd and walked over to Michigan Avenue. We found a souvenir shop open, but no luck there. A woman then suggested Osco, which was several blocks down the street. We walked down there, tired and broken. We wandered around Osco, and finally, tucked in a little corner, we found the flip flops. Alas, we had no idea what size she was! We just got a pair that fit Melanie and hoped for the best.

Then I looked at the price. $9.99 for a pair of freakin’ flip flops!!! They’re ordinary rubber flip flops, I didn’t know why they’d cost so much. Grumbling a bit, I went to the cashier and she rang it up: Seventy nine cents. Looks like that 9.99 was actually 99 cents. And they were on sale!

So we ventured back to the Taste, fought our way through the crowd back to our area. By that time, the guys had somewhat fixed fatima’s shoe, but it really wasn’t in walking condition. She was very thankful and enjoyed hearing about our adventure.

As we all left the Taste, she was carrying her dear, broken flipflops in her hand. We all knew there was no hope for them, but she didn’t want to let them go. However, after some prodding and chanting from the rest of us, we persuaded her to throw them in the trash. We had a short moment of silence, and moved on, Fatima in her not-so stylin’ but highly functional flip flops from Osco.

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I had the weirdest dream the other night. You know how your subconscious usually reflects what’s going on in your conscious life? Let’s see if you guys can psychoanalyze me from what’s going on in my nocturnal mind….

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I’m going on a trip to a college for some partying and fun. There is this person who hooks people up with cheap lodging in the nice dorms - they find out what students are going home for the weekend and offer their rooms to people visiting the university. Not only their rooms, but their identities.

It makes no sense, but that’s how dreams work, I guess.

I go to this dorm and get my ‘assignment’ from this person. He gives me a key and a fact sheet on the person I’m impersonating for the weekend. I go up to the room, let myself in and it’s a great room. I read a couple of my notes and I’m taking the place of an Asian girl and learn a little about her. I walk out of the room and see her next door neighbor. I’m terrified he’ll realize I’m not the girl, but he casually says ‘Hi’ to me and calls me by her name.

I go out and check out the sights on campus, having a good time. As I come back into the dorm, I see a crowd of people in the lobby and the girl is in the middle. I hear whisperings from other people that someone had impersonated the girl and the girl had found out that someone was in her dorm room. They’re calling campus authorities to find the impersonator and arrest them. I panic. I realize I’ve left my luggage in her room, along with my ID’s.

I debate what to do. I see the cops coming. The crowd is dispersing and the girl is off to the side, standing alone. I go up to her and confess what happened, that I had taken her place so I could get cheap lodging for the weekend, but I was really sorry. We talk for a bit and she’s really nice, and she tells the cops it was a false alarm.

She takes me around the sites of the campus and we have a great time, and she invites me to come and visit her anytime.

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The dream was much longer than this, and actually was interrupted at one point when Dave woke me up to move my sister’s car. I wanted to continue the dream so I chanted to myself to finish the dream before going back to bed, and it actually worked, the dream continued. However, that’s when it took that dark turn when the girl came back to town.

So what do you all think?

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Yesterday I was at dinner with some friends, and Chetan was talking to some of his medical buddies about this guy named ‘Hawk’. As with most conversations, I was half listening to the conversation, but when he said ‘Hawk’, my ears perked up a bit, because that’s a pretty unusual name. It made me think of my TA (teaching assistant) for Biology in college, whose first name was ‘Hakan’, but he told us to call him ‘Hawk’ for short. He was a pretty cool guy, only several years older than us, and since we were freshman he gave us pointers on what bars were cool and often told us stories about crazy parties he’d been to.

Then Chetan said Hawk’s full name, which made me do a double take - he said the name of my old TA! I asked him if Hawk went to U of I, and Chetan said yeah, and I told him that Hawk was my TA. We had a good laugh about it. Who would have known? Not that I’d tell Chetan to tell Hawk I said ‘hi’ or anything. I didn’t do that great in the class, I hardly remember anything from it.

Dave was telling me in the car on the way home what a wild coincidence that was, but I didn’t think it was that wild. I guess because it was tiny compared to my weirdest ‘It’s a Small World’ experience.

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Several years ago, my sisters and I went on a sister vacation to Orlando. We did the usual things, Disney World, Universal Studios, etc. We were at Islands of Adventure (which is the AWESOMEST amusement park. If you like thrill rides, go there!) and the Spiderman ride had just opened up.

The line was about 1 1/2 hours long, but it actually ended up being about 2 1/2 hours because the ride kept on breaking. Any of you who have waited in line at an amusement park know that you get familiar with the other people in lines, what their faces are, when you’re going to run into them. For that hour, those are the only faces you see.

There was a family that was in line ahead of us who were also on vacation. I remember them so well because I was remarking to my sisters that the son, who was about 16 or 17 looked just like a young Davy Jones. But better looking. There were two sons and their parents in line, and they were speaking Spanish. They were a very good looking family, and of course, I had about 2 hours to remember their faces.

Then, after we rode the ride, I forgot about them. On a sidenote, SPIDERMAN ROCKED! It was totally worth the wait! I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

…

About six months later, I went on vacation with Dave’s family to Puerto Rico. Our hotel had a casino in it, which is pretty dangerous to me since I’ve got that whole genetic gambling addiction thing. After a day of sightseeing, everyone was pretty much pooped and passed out. However, I couldn’t let the night get by without going to the casino to try my luck. Dave’s brother Justin and I headed out to try our luck.

I sat at the roulette table to play for a couple hours (I can make my money last for a while at that game) and I noticed a family sitting at the table with me. Not just any family, a family with two sons, one that looks like Davy Jones! Yes, the very same family that I was in line with at Islands of Adventure. I didn’t say anything because a) My Spanish sucks, and b) What would I say? “Hey, I was watching you guys when we were in line for the Spiderman ride. Do you remember me? I was the sunburned girl who was torturing her sisters!’

But still, that was totally bizarre.

If that’s not ‘a small world’ story, I don’t know what is!!!

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I’m home from Boston! Took me about an hour on tech support to get my internet back up, but I’m sure you’re happy to know that not once did I break down crying screaming, ‘Why? Why me?!?!?’ to the heavens.

Since my client was across the street from my hotel, I didn’t need a car. However, I did need a cab to drive me to the airport. The secretary called the cab company, and by the time I was done with work, the cab driver was downstairs waiting.

He came out of the car and the first thing I thought was ‘He looks like Quentin Tarantino.’ A shorter, hairier, creepier Tarantino with bad posture. He was nice, though, trying to make conversation and helping me put all my stuff in the taxi.

So we’re in the taxi, making small talk (which I hate) and he has some foriegn accent, sounding Eastern European. Then my mind started wandering - if I would have guessed his ethnic background, I would have said Transylvanian. It just had a very Dracula sound to it, but a deeper, slower Dracula. Then I realized who he reminded me of. Igor. The hunchbacked guy that’s always in the dark recesses of any castle, always ready to help Dr. Frankenstein or make sure that the lab is prepared.

He asks me where I’m from, I say Chicago. He laughs, and then states that it doesn’t look like I’m there because I have such a dark tan. (What?!? I’m totally turning Redpac white!) He was nice enough. I felt bad that he probably lost his job at the evil scientist’s lab in the homeland.

Then he asked me, “Are you a scientist?” Which really made me want to laugh out loud, since only a moment before I was imagining him, as Frankenstein, hook up Frankenstein’s monster to the table, waiting for lightening to come. I shook my head no. “I work on computers,” I informed him.

“Oh! Computers! So you’re still a scientist - a computer scientist!”

“Um, yeah, I guess I am!”

“Wow. That’s great,” he said, and I swear he looked wistfully out the window, thinking of happier days with his own scientist boss, bringing monsters to life in the middle of the night and casting spells with eye of newt.

Ahh…never a dull moment in a cab, I tell ya.

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When I was making final calls for our ski trip last week, I was double checking what time everyone was getting to the hotel.

Now I rarely use my phone (or answer it, as anyone who knows me will tell you). However, I have a TON of numbers, because I always try to save phone numbers when people call me.

I realized I had my cousin Marlon’s cell phone number stored on my phone, so I gave him a call. He had one of those generic voicemail messages that just states the number of the phone. I hesitated, thinking that I could have the wrong number. “Oh well, if it’s a wrong number then they’ll ignore the message,” I thought. Since it was late at night, so I left a message for him to give me a call.

The next morning was crazy busy at work. I was finishing up a conference call when I saw Marlon calling on my cell phone. I got off the phone with my client and went to answer the phone, but too late, the phone went into voice mail.

I called him right back, and there was no answer. Since me and Marlon always joke around, I left him a voicemail that sounded like this:

“Yo, Marlon! It’s Deluxe, son! Why you be calling me then not pick up the phone when I call you right back, bitch? Hit me up when you get a chance because I wanna know what’s the 411 with the ski trip, homie. Peace out!”

Yes. I’m a dork.

Right after I hang up the phone, Marlon calls me back. I answer the phone with a thuggish, “SUP!”

…and the sound I heard next both terrified me and made me roll on the floor laughing.

“Christine? Is that you? This is your Tita (Aunt) Rosie! Did you call my cell phone?”

Yes. I accidentally called my aunt. Marlon must have called me from his mom’s phone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Tita! Is this your phone?”

“Yes, are you trying to call Marlon? He has his own cell phone.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry!”

“That’s ok, here’s his number.”

“Thanks. And please please PLEASE don’t listen to your voicemail from me. Just erase it! You don’t want to hear it.”

“Oh, don’t worry honey!”

I wanted to crawl into a hole leaving that ghetto message on my aunt’s voicemail! Later on I told Marlon the story and he got a kick out of it. Lucky for me, she doesn’t know how to check her voicemail, so I’m off the hook for now!

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Last night I drank free beer and ate hops at a brewery, met a giant pickle, watched the Wolves lose, entered a bar through a bookcase, played blackjack with Fantine and The Bishop from the production of Les Misérables and played tour guide to people who have lived in Milwaukee when it was my second time there.

Today I rode in a car that could only go in 1st gear for 122 miles and saw the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile doing 75 down I-294.

Who wants to guess what tomorrow might bring?

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In tribute to Will Eisner, I’ll post up my Comic Convention recap, that I’ve been too lazy to post up. Sure, it was in August, and sure, Will wasn’t there, but I’ve gotta post this baby up sometime - it might as well be today.

Truthfully, this wasn’t the best con I’ve been to. Not because it was a bad convention, it was just because there was so much going on around the time of the convention that I couldn’t fully enjoy all my time there. This was the first time in a long time that I hadn’t gone to the Friday of the convention. I spent the rest of the weekend trying to play catch up, which isn’t easy, since I was so used to just taking my time, talking to people, getting sketches, going to panels and such. I didn’t even really get a chance to check out all of the shops in the back. Nonetheless, I still had fun. I got some great sketches, and saw some familiar friendly faces and some new friends.

Without further adieu, here’s my highlights:

- Amber Benson, who played Tara in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, was one of the guests of the ‘con. She’s much prettier in person, and seemed friendly and easy going with the fans that lined up to meet her. Didn’t have the patience to wait in line. However, I was in the bathroom at the same time with her, while the infamous Wizard security guy waited for her outside. Had a little eye contact and we smiled. That’s about it. Oh, and she washed her hands. That is something important to know. Because if she didn’t, well, eew.

- I got to meet Greg Horn, whose art I adore. I was a little bit intimidated when I met him - I don’t know what I expected, but he was just a regular guy. When I went up to talk to him, there was a woman who worked at the booth with him. She whispered something to him as I was talking with him, and he said, “Didn’t you work at the Aspen booth last year?” I was a little bit stunned. I didn’t really think that anyone would recognize me with the glasses, haircut and blonde highlights. I said that it was me, and he said I had looked familiar to him, and the woman was the one who had recognized me from last year. I didn’t even KNOW Greg was at the ‘con last year. I would definitely have gone to meet him! Anyway, it was pretty cool (yet pretty weird) that he remembered me.

- I owe Sean Chen $10. A lot of the artists were charging for sketches, so as much as I could, I tried to stick to those artists that were free. However, Sean Chen was the very first artist that I asked to do a sketch for me, back when he was doing Wolverine for Marvel. At the time, it was a free sketch. Since he was on his own in Artists Alley, he was charging for sketches. It was $15 for a head sketch and $30 for full body. I asked him to do a head sketch of Psylocke for me, and he was pretty busy and asked that I come back on Sunday morning. I came back Sunday morning, and he already had a couple names in his list. But he assured me that since I came the day before that he would do a sketch for me, so I left him with my book, and he said to come back in an hour. So I wandered around for a bit, after the hour was done, I came back and he had already began my sketch. It was turning out really awesome and I was really impressed. We chatted a bit (tried not to disturb him too much while he was sketching) and he was really cool. He put a lot of work into it, and I appreciated that he took the time - even though I was paying for it. Anyway, he finished up the sketch and showed me the finished product and I praised it and thanked him. Since I loved it so much, I decided to give him $20 instead of the $15 for the head shot. Gotta help the guy make a living. I handed him the money, and he gave me a smile, then a weird quizzical look. I walked away beaming and happy with my new sketch. Later on, after REALLY looking at my sketch I realized that Psylocke had legs. Which I noticed before, but I didn’t realize my error. Sean did a body sketch for me, and I only paid him $20. And the idiot that I am was beaming and proud of myself for giving him a little extra - which actually wasn’t! So yeah. Somehow I’ll get him the money I own him…it’s only fair!

- I DID see Jason Mewes again, but I was stuck in a huge crowd of people and he looked especially shaggy and slightly bearded, and it just was too weird. That, and I didn’t have anything for him to sign. I was stuck in a mob of people at the View Askew booth who were trying to get him and Kevin Smith to sign things, each of them going up to fans and taking pics, signing autographs, etc. I did, however, get to meet Kevin, and since I didn’t have anything for him to sign, I did the dorkiest thing ever. I looked him in the eye and said to him, “I don’t have anything to sign, but I just wanted to shake your hand and say that I really love your stuff!” Am I a loser or what? He looked me in the eyes, took my hand in both of his hands and shook hands with me, and said slowly and sincerely, “Thanks.” Which was really cool, unless he was speaking really slowly because I thought I was mentally challenged for coming up with a stupid line like that.

- There were a couple people that weren’t there that I really missed, who I’ve seen at cons before and have always been cool and friendly. Mike Wellman, also known as “The Chief”, who headed Mac Afro and Gone South, who is one of the first creators that I got to know and hang out with. Mark Brooks (who is finding this entry on google as we speak) who did an awesome Psylocke for me last year and who has one of coolest cats I’ve met at a ‘con. Ale Garza, who calls Psylocke ‘that hot Asian chick’ (then again, who doesn’t?). And Talent Caldwell, who loves comics so much he can talk forever about them - I hope he gets to do his dream comic someday - the X-Men, and who has done one of my favorite Psylocke sketches (and didn’t need to look at the other sketches for reference). He’s a sweetheart and I hope I see him at a ‘con again! I’ll even bribe him with potstickers if I have to!

- One of the people I was sad that I wasn’t going to see in Chicago was Tone Rodriguez. He gives the best hugs. He likes to call us his little Asian threesome (or twosome, when Mel isn’t around). We saw him at the LA ‘con and he said he was tired of traveling, so he wasn’t going to any more cons. So me and Fatima were surprised when we were walking around the ‘con and heard on the loudspeakers, “Tone Rodriguez, artist for Alien vs. Predator is doing free sketches at the booth - ticket holders only!” As soon as we heard that, we wandered around looking for the booth he was sketching at. We finally found it, and saw a huge line wrapping around, waiting for a sketch. Of course, we didn’t have tickets. So we stood on the side, just watching, hoping that maybe he’d see us. When he did, he invited us over to hang for a bit while he sketched, gave us a big hug and asked why we didn’t stop by sooner, to which we said he wasn’t even in the program, so we had no idea he was there.

- Since we were in a hurry most of the time, I didn’t get a chance to hang out at the Aspen booth as much as other times, and only got a chance to stop by the booth for the first time late Saturday afternoon, and was reprimanded by Peter for waiting so long. Said hello to the rest of the gang, and saw that one of our buddies from last year was working the booth again. We stopped by again later that day (we had to run to a panel so we didn’t get to stay) and learned from Liz that she was leaving the company and moving to Italy. We were so sad to find this out, and we all got a little emotional with Liz. She’s such an awesome person, kind of like our den mother, making sure we’re okay, taking care of us, and just being really cool. It’ll be sad to see her go! But she said that she’d be around at some of the cons, so I hope that we get to see her again sometime soon! On Sunday we went to the Aspen panel, and Peter was the MC. I had a little cold going on that weekend, so I was coughing a bit, and Peter announced, “Hey you, Feliciano, keep it down! Or if you’re going to cough, make sure it’s a hearty cough! If not, get some water in the back!” I wanted to shrink. But more than that, I was surprised that Peter knew my last name…even if it IS my maiden name now. He poked fun at me a couple other times. And then later, some people I had met on message boards came up to me because they figured out who I was. Which was pretty cool, because I would have had no idea who was who! Later on that day, we hung out at the booth a bit more and took pics.

- Got another Psylocke sketch from Sean Galloway, which makes my total 3 sketches now. He’s a cool cat, super friendly and very chatty. Just the kinda guy that keeps fans coming back again and again. Like me!

- I got my first ever caricature done, and I felt like a moron sitting there as people were walking by, while the artist drew my picture as Psylocke. The sketch looks cute, yet nothing like me, but Fatima said the artist was HOT. I wouldn’t know. I didn’t have my glasses on at the time.

- At the Marvel panel, a bunch of the fans from Brian Michael Bendis’ message board planned a surprise birthday cake presentation. Joe Quesada (i still say his name with some distaste, but not as much because of this) went along with the plan, and Bendis was pleasantly surprised when they brought out the cake and candles, and got the whole panel to sing Happy Birthday. I just missed out on getting some cake. That’s what I get for being so shy. Another great thing about the panel - one of the writers, when asked if Psylocke was ever coming back (she was killed off. Twice.) returned the question to the audience, “Do you guys want her back?” I whooped and cheered like a moron. If I had a foghorn I would have used that, too. So then he said maybe, maybe they’ll try and fit her in. Yay!

- After years of seeing Kabuki artist David Mack at the convention, I finally introduced myself to him. He remembered my secret name from a messageboard (Yano, yeah, big secret name, I know) and he was SO nice. I don’t know why I was scared to talk to him before. He was so cool that he hooked me, Fatima and Melanie with a bunch of his books and gave us a great deal on his art. He is genuinely a great guy, so if you ever see him at a ‘con, say hello to him. Maybe he’ll even dance for you. He didn’t for us, but I heard that he took part in a dance off in the lobby later that night. Crazy comic book artists.

- You should read Michael Goodman’s CIderview Project. Not only is he a great guy (who is single and good looking) but he also makes good cookies. So I’ve been told. Because he didn’t save any for me.

- Not only did I buy a couple comics and comic-related stuff there, I also stocked up on Pocky - those delicious Asian chocolate dipped sticks. Mmm…tasty! Can you believe that someone was selling them there? Yum!

Yeah…so that’s about as much as I remember from my convention experience. Next year I’m definitely going to go all three days and take part in the after-con things, since I’m always hearing stories about the *interesting* stuff that happens at night.

So for now, here’s my pictures!

Wizard World Chicago Pictures

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