muscles like this? posted:

There's this whole ballpit thing about Dashcon.

Drone posted:

Goddamn that one is good.

Rogue 7 posted:

I have no idea.

TenementFunster posted:

who are you?

Arcsquad12 posted:

That damned leotard was the biggest thing that bugged me about the show.

Android Bicyclist posted:

Look at all these new posts. I wonder what's going-


If you idiots are going to argue about the link between cosplay & objectifying the subject, at least post pics.

mind the walrus posted:

Gender-swapped Kraven the Hunter, an extremely 1960s supervillain who fans love to death because he had one pretty good story in the 80s and his design is very iconic:

Erebus posted:

Look at this loser can't even get his costume right he's probably not even a real fan






(Congressman John Lewis at Comic-Con, cosplaying as himself from 50 years ago during the Selma to Montgomery marches)

Colonial Air Force posted:

Oh man, it was created by Daniel Benedict? The Daniel Benedict?


...


Who the gently caress is Daniel Benedict?

mind the walrus posted:

Don't forget that there's always someone waiting in the wings to jump on someone who feels dissatisfied by being suckered with a classic "Y'know it's all about the journey, not the destination."

Remember, a well-timed aphorism can excuse anything.

swamp waste posted:

That's not what i meant at all. It's on you not to consume a ton of poo poo you don't enjoy in order to get to some always-promised, never-delivered justification. Don't worry about the journey and the destination, because it's all entertainment, it asks nothing of you beyond keeping your eyes open. Thinking about media as something to joylessly shovel down so you can get to the "end" will sap every bit of pleasure from it and leave you unsatisfied when it inevitably-- literally always-- can't deliver the transcendence it has implied is coming. This is something i figured out when i was like 14 and the x-files started to suck really bad

SugarAddict posted:

I remember that comic book, I don't think I have it anymore but it was kind of brutal. And that mini-wolverine is supposed to be mini-beast I think.

Snowglobe of Doom posted:

Holy gently caress, Happatai.

For those of you who aren't so familiar with Japanese parody boybands of the early 2000s this will explain everything.

Snowglobe of Doom posted:

Norse Code posted:

Ok, this one is incredible!

Mine didn't turn out as well but it was fun:

Jedit posted:

All community colleges in America have original 2000AD artwork framed on the wall?

Boomerjinks posted:

The break-out vehicle of our Denver Comic Con booth was definitely the Twister Jeep. This was a huge relief as I was super nervous about whether or not it would be iconic enough to illicit the recognition and reaction that the owner was really hoping for. The movie is 20 years old, and while I think the Jeep is the cooler of the two main vehicles, it definitely has way less screen time than the red pickup. Of course, the thing that makes it recognizable at all was the Dorothy unit in the back, but we had that. I was relieved to hear con-goers immediately reciting lines from the movie ("We got cows" being the go-to) and having people ask to inspect Dorothy and climb into the driver's seat.

But nothing could have prepared us for an interaction about an hour before the end of the con. A woman came up to the booth and asked if her husband could get up close to the truck. My co-founder, who owns the truck, jumped up and happily helped them behind the chain to take a look. I couldn't hear the conversation, all I saw was my cofounder pointing out the parts of the vehicle to the guy as he ran his hands over the hood, grabbed the roll cage and touched all the little gizmos on the Dorothy. I snapped some photos just trying to capture a moment of the owner interacting with an enthused attendee.

My cofounder came back to the table looking like he'd just run up a flight of stairs. He explained that 'Twister' was the last movie the guy had seen before losing his sight. As the owner guided him over the car, the guy mentioned he remembered the yellow paint with blue stripes, the rollcage with three lights, and he touched the cylinder of Dorothy and mentioned all the boxes with wires and the spinning anemometers sticking out of the top.

I could have never imagined this stupid hobby would lead to an experience like that. By far, the single most meaningful moment our group has ever had.