Thursday, July 23, 2009

CON!

The world is buzzing with talk of Comic Con. I'm not going. But for reasons which I cannot even fathom myself, I sort of wish I were.

I can't get it out of my head. For years now, I've been stewing with the desire to go to a "Con." No, it can't be a "convention." The Green Festival doesn't count. It has to be one of those big events where otherwise normal people dress up in crazy costumes and... do what? I'm not sure; I just want to go!

I can't figure out why. I'm not a "big fan" of anything. Last fall, I purchased a copy of Faerie magazine to help me with a class assignment (gotta love classes in which faerie-anything is a legitimate subject. I wish the real world was like that), and in it was a plethora of information about Faerie Con. Sounded fun--even though I never really think about faeries, except to think that the spelling of faerie is pretentious. Last spring, I received a newsletter addressed to a former tenant of my house, which was all about last year's Comic Con. That sounded fun, too--even though I've never read more than one issue of any given comic, and have no desire to.

So there you have it. Without any concrete motive, I simply want to go to a Con. Without having to travel. When are they gonna stop using Washington, DC as a gathering place for crowds of angry people with political agendas, and start using it to host fun-filled extravaganzas of pure frivolity?

2 comments:

Julie said...

Man I guess I'm outta the loop. What is a comic con? or any cort of con? Is it a convention?

Valerie said...

Yes, that's what it is. The in-crowd calls them cons because the in-crowd has trouble with three-syllable words. That's why you don't have to feel stupid for not knowing what it is!