Not much happened Day 3 for me at C2E2, I spent a third of it standing in line for R.L. Stine. I mostly hunted down T-shirts and squeezed down aisles that were a little less squeezable on Saturday. It's basically my victory lap, and for that I smirk.
After waiting an hour for my Goosebumps signature, I was very excited as you can see. Also, Mr. Stine had no interest in my thoughts on werewolf reproduction.
Also, from the R.L. Stine line I was forced to watch Jason David Frank "The Green Ranger" prance up and down his line, giving out high fives, and putting on impromptu ka-ra-te lessons. It was hard to understand the excitement, I mean, the man has three first names. THREE FIRST NAMES!
Awesome robot art from Red Rocket Farm
My favorite dance: Do the Urkel. My favortie cereal: Urkel-O's. My favorite cross-dresser: Mrs. Doubtfire. My second favorite cross-dresser: Myrtle Urkel
Big Inflatable Zombie at Zombie Run. At first, I thought this was a supposed to be a gigantic country western singer, which is equally terrifying.
I'm 98% sure this was the same Batgirl from the DC Nation promos on Cartoon Network, and I was surprisingly starstruck. Also, is it sad I can spot a girl from a 5 second clip running on during Saturday morning cartoons or is it awesome?
All Bane cosplayers stayed in character all day. They ate lunch as Bane, they went to the bathroom as Bane. It's okay Bane, you don't have to keep it up for my sake. I know you're not the real Bane. You don't have to hold your vest all day.
There's way too many Deadpools. I remember the first time I saw someone dressed as Deadpool, I was like, "Hell, yes. That's awesome." There was a time period when Deadpool needed to be recognized and acknowledged as being awesome. That time has passed. Now it's like, "Not another one of these douchebags." Every Con needs a 3 Deadpool limit.
Fionna, the female version of Finn from Adventure Time, is the new hot girl outfit. I'm not sure how I feel about that. A sexy Dr. Who I can work with, but this just seems wrong to me. It's the female version of a 14-year-old boy, who's still a 14-year-old girl after all. No matter how you slice it, it's creepy.
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