As you might infer from the comic, Lorie and I were able to visit Emerald City Comic-Con this weekend, and it was inspiring as ever to see everything everyone had made, from comics to costumes. The comics and the folks that make them tend to be what draw me in, but it’s also intriguing to take the pulse of nerd culture based on what sort of wares and interests are represented, both by exhibitors and attendees. If you’re into Steampunk, Doctor Who, or Zombies, you’re living in a golden age. Fans of Space Rangers, though, will not find so many t-shirts dedicated to their interest.

But the cosplayers, though! Getting to see their often elaborate and well-crafted outfits is half the reason I go to these conventions, even if I poke fun at them every now and then when they pose for photos in narrow thoroughfares. They’re the ubiquitous face of the modern comic con, perhaps because they’re what regular citizens not attending the convention see congregating in nearby coffeeshops, restaurants, and buses. It takes a certain kind of person to be willing to tote around all that cardboard, metal, and/or rubbery material, and that person is not me. I had a fussy accessory for my Halloween costume last year, and I’m not sure an hour had even passed before that thing flew off and attached itself to the underside of a Buzz Lightyear Buggy (kind of a long story… or at least longer than I’d like to relate here). But once it was gone, I was liberated! So, hauling around a door-sized cardboard sword is not my idea of a good time. But different strokes for different folks, right? I enjoyed running a half marathon last weekend, and the prospect of running thirteen miles at all, let alone recreationally seems to strike many folks as a type of madness.

So, cosplay away, cosplayers. Goodness knows I’ve blocked my share of traffic with my recreational activity, so pose your hearts out, and keep up the good work. Perhaps I’ll be there with you next year, dressed as That Guy from “Supernatural” That I Apparently Resemble (?).