San Diego Comic-Con 2014

Hey all!

I went to San Diego Comic-Con this year! It was a blast. I thought I’d share a little more about the experience. I do have a story to post this week, so it will happen on Thursday.

Me as the 10th Doctor. My lady as Jenny

Me as the 10th Doctor. My lady as Jenny

We went Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. The main Exhibit Hall at the San Diego Convention Center was packed to the point where it was tough to achieve more than a penguin shuffle. The rest of the convention center was crazy, but not as packed as the exhibit hall. To give you an idea of how many people were there, let me just say that the Exhibit Hall is over 525 thousand square feet (http://www.visitsandiego.com/facilityinformation/buildingoverview.cfm), it was insane.

I think I summed it up nicely on friday when I tweeted “Nerds, nerds everywhere and not a word to tweet.

On Friday, I put on a suit, cocked my tie to the side, put on a pair of glasses, and called myself the Doctor (Tenth Doctor, obviously). My girlfriend dressed up as Jenny, from the Doctor Who episode “The Doctor’s Daughter” and her friend Amelia dressed up as the eleventh Doctor. I thought the two of us dressing up as Ten and Jenny was pretty funny for a lot of reasons.

The panel on comics in higher education was really interesting, though more about how the guys 40 thousand person online class about comics worked out. Also, the Condor Con table (http://www.condorcon.org/html/mainmenu.html) was playing a Doctor Who game, where you get badge ribbons for good guys or bad guys and have to take pictures of people with ribbons of the opposite side. Based on how many pictures of the enemy you get, you worked your way up the chain. You better believe that by the end of the day I had earned my “Time Lord” ribbon. I thought it was a good idea and was a lot of fun.

 

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Xena and Gabrielle waiting for the trolley.

Saturday was a different kind of day. My lady and I dressed as Xena and Gabrielle. I got a lot more attention than I expected and people wanted to take pictures of me with my hairy Xena legs every couple of steps. It was a little overwhelming. You should have seen the double-takes people did when I walked into the men’s room… Classic.

Early in the day Steven L. Sears (who wrote for and co-produced Xena) introduced himself and wanted to take our picture, which was kind of fun.

We went to a few panels. The one with John Barrowman had everyone in the huge hall giggling non-stop, but sitting in that outfit was extremely uncomfortable. I don’t understand how you lady folks deal with the whole having boobs thing.

Later we took the obligatory photo of Xena and Gabrielle making out which, I’m sure, is described on one of the early pages of just about every piece of Xena fan fiction.

Xena and Gabrielle kiss... like they do in the fan fiction... probably. Sorry, it had to be done.

Xena and Gabrielle kiss… like they do in the fan fiction… probably. Sorry, it had to be done.

After going home and changing we went back downtown The House of Blues to check out the Suicide Girls Blackheart Burlesque, which was entertaining. Sorry gents, no pictures of that one, I’m sure you can find them with the googler machine.

 

We expected Sunday to be a little less crazy, but there were probably just as many people there as there were on Saturday. We put on our Stargate gear. Forced to pick a favorite show, I’d have to pick Stargate. This being said, you may be surprised by the fact that I had no Idea that Christopher Judge (Teal’c) would be there. When I found out I squealed a little and we went to found his table. In real life he smiles a lot. I was still very intimidated and took an awkward picture with him, then walked away without anyone using the word “indeed.” I know… I failed.

Us in our Stargate gear with Christopher Judge!

Us in our Stargate gear with Christopher Judge!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those of you that follow me on Twitter (@imasillypirate) or are my friends on Facebook (official author page coming soon) already know that there was another adventure going on in parallel: the adventures of the Lego versions of us.

Wandering around the convention center... Not lost like SOME PEOPLE.

Wandering around the convention center… Not lost like SOME PEOPLE.

Waiting in the hall for panels!

They waited patiently in the hall, waiting for panels!

Watching a panel. Notice that there are three of them on that one chair, and there could be many more. Lego Comic Con would need far fewer chairs.

Watching a panel. Notice that there are three of them on that one chair, and there could be many more. Lego Comic Con would need far fewer chairs.

When days came to an end it was time to hop on the trolley and head home.

When days came to an end it was time to hop on the trolley and head home.

Once there they collapsed in exhaustion. They had a long weekend.

Once there they collapsed in exhaustion. They had a long weekend.

 

All in all, Comic-Con was a lot of fun. If possible I plan to go again next year!

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Smoke-Sentry

20140702-210113The red light flashed in the darkness.

“That one was twenty-nine seconds, the last one was thirty-two,” I thought to myself.

With every second that ticked by my six o’clock alarm inched a little closer. I needed to sleep, but I couldn’t tell if the little light on the smoke detector was flashing regularly and I just couldn’t count seconds perfectly or if the changing interval for the flash meant something. Maybe the battery was on its deathbed. Maybe it was an indicator of an internal malfunction and ignoring it I would be putting my sleeping family in danger.

I hadn’t started counting at the last flash, so I waited, staring into the blackness of the room around me. I couldn’t see a thing, those new thick curtains I had put over the window really did their job. There was no light in that room, aside from one damn flash roughly every thirty seconds. I stared where it should be on the wall, waiting.

I saw the flash out of the corner of my eye. Apparently, my eyes wandered in the dark. I then started counting off as regularly as I could in my head. Nice even seconds. Of course, I could have grabbed my phone and gotten a more accurate time, but that required light and movement, two things which would elicit unpleasant noises from the wife sleeping beside me. I rested my eyes as I counted through the first twenty, the light had yet to flash in less than twenty, so it was as safe a time as any. When I reached twenty, I opened my eyes and looked back into the darkness where I knew the smoke alarm should be.

As I neared thirty, I willed the light to blink, if it blinked right at thirty twice in a row, I could rest easily. That would mean that it was supposed to flash regularly, twice a minute and that my counting had probably just been off the few times before. Hope of getting it this time drained slowly away as thirty came and went, replaced by thirty-one, then thirty-two. As we rounded thirty-four without a flash, I started to wonder if maybe I had missed it. I was starting to panic a little when, at thirty-six the red light finally flashed out into the darkness. That had been a long one.

I started to count again. Could anxiety be making me count fast? There was definitely no small supply of anxiety.

When this one took a mere twenty-four seconds, I sighed, then caught myself. To make too much noise would wake the missus – I’d never hear the end of it.

Maybe there was a pattern to the intervals. I decided to sit out this one and contemplate the pattern. After reflecting over the previous few, and coming up short, I decided that I needed more data and returned my attention to the flashing.

Two years before, in the break room of the Smoke-Sentry corporate office, Larry turned to Bud and commented, “You know, this new model of detector I’m working on seems to work pretty well, but for some reason, something in the circuitry of the prototype is making the indicator light flash interval vary by a few seconds.”

Bud frowned thoughtfully, then took a long sip off his coffee cup.

Larry continued, “Probably already spent thirty hours trying to debug this one, any ideas?”

“Naw,” Bud said after a long silence, “just leave it, nobody’ll notice.”

2014 Unleashed Surf Dog Competition

Yesterday I went to watch the Unleashed by Petco Surf Dog Competition (http://unleashedby.petco.com/surfdog).
Yes, that is exactly what it sounds like: dogs surfing.
It was a lot of fun, and here is a video that I put together with my footage from the day.

 

WitchHunt.com

WitchHunt

He created WitchHunt.com to bring lonely witches and warlocks together – a place for a practitioner of the black arts to hunt for companionship. Witchery, he assumed, being a very lonely way of life.

He designed it so that users could upload onto their dating profile all sorts of stats about areas of proficiency, likes and dislikes, goals and aspirations, and even cauldron preferences. He then devised clever algorithms for matching users with their wants.

The code all worked like a charm and once he had it all clean and polished, after many years of work, he was finally ready to launch the finished product. There was only one problem.

Witches don’t exist.