Atlanta, GA, hosted a lot of events this Labor Day weekend. ESPN Game Day, the Black Gay Pride Parade, Dragon*Con. I want to say that I was surprised to hear all of this, but then I remembered Atlanta is a very strange, sketchy place. I didn't attend the former events, but my Saturday afternoon was already strange enough.
For those of you who aren't nerds and have somewhat of a life, Dragon*Con is a tremendous gathering of all things comics, movies, gaming, cosplay (Costume roleplaying. You've probably seen at least one in your life. They're the really weird teenagers that where cat ears and tails around in the grocery store), and general nerd-dom. It's like the San Diego Comic-Con, but over here on the east coast (If you're not familiar,
here).
This was my first Dragon*Con and I was pretty excited. I've been going to Charlotte, NC's Heroes Con for a couple of years and I could be more happy with my experiences there. I've never been dissatisfied with what I've seen there. The staff is wonderful and friendly, the vendors are incredibly nice, and there is always a wonderful group of artist and writers to meet and speak to.
I left around 8 and drove the two and a half hours to Atlanta and that was fine up until the last fifteen miles or so.
Dear Atlanta driver in the Audi with the customized license plate,
You cut six people off. You didn't use your blinker. And you were driving in the car pool lane for about three miles. You are not cool and you are a terrible driver.
Love,
Thomas
I find my exit and I can see the hotel, but then traffic is stopped for about ten minutes for a very large parade. At first I was thinking, "Oh, there must be a game today or something." But then there's a bright flash of yellow and all these flags and then I see three of four people dressed as Super Man. "Oh, okay I found where I'm going... Awesome..." We finally get moving again and I start looking for a place to park. This was only my third time in Atlanta and I wasn't really sure what the parking situation would be, but I was pleasantly surprised that there were so many parking lots with very reasonable prices. Win.
I'm still a few blocks away from the hotel and I didn't research as well as I should have so I just followed a couple Jedis and Storm Troopers and eventually I found where I was going. At first I was really confused, there was no table up front to register and get a little name tag or bracelet to let you in, but I just figured it was no big deal. But everyone had one... And after walking around for about twenty minutes, I find a little information table and they tell me to go the Sheraton and get my pass... Oh, that's about three blocks away. Awesome.
Walk back the way I came and find the
other hotel and follow this blue tape on the ground and get in line to get my pass. The line looked really short and after slowly moving up we go into this room that's full of people. Oh... we just waited in line to get into another line. We walk through all these ropes, fill out a form, and wait there for at least an hour and a half, just to get registered. This is when I got really bored and started asking people questions:
Q: If you could be anywhere else other than here, where would you be?
A: The US Open or a bar.
Q: What's the farthest you've walked in one day?
A: Twenty miles. Hiking the Appalachian trail. Probably farther.
Q: Where are you going and why?
A: Here. Well, at first it was because I was hoping to get laid by a hot cosplay girl, but now I just want to get out of this line. I don't know. I'm just here cause I'm bored.
Q: What made you the happiest you've ever been?
A: Probably when I had my first child. But right now, getting out of this line is going to make me pretty happy.
So that line was fun. Finally got my ticket to get into the main rooms and wander around for about twenty minutes trying to orientate myself in this ridiculous cluster of booths and people and trying to figure out where I need to go to meet Tom Felton (Draco Malfoy). After wandering into one of the
other hotels there are these huge signs that say "Walk of Fame." Taking that as the place I needed to be I just wander into this big hall and start to look around for anything to do with Harry Potter. I see all this tape on the floor and all these people standing in lines and I'm really confused and then I see Lou Ferrigno. He's like three feet in front of me and I kinda freak. If you've never heard of him, just one word. Hulk. And really he is one of the scariest people I've ever seen. I look up (for real, had to look straight up just to see his face) and he says, "Hey." I smile and walk away. Eventually I find the line for Felton and I stand there for like half an hour. All these people keep talking about him and how they stalked him on Twitter. That's really creepy.
But the line finally starts to move and I'm at the little PR section and they say, "Okay, what do you want signed?" I show them my book and ask if he could just vandalize it in character. They give me a funny look and say, "Okay, you don't want a picture?" I look at the pictures and I ask if I could get it for a discount since I was getting it done for a friend. The woman stares at me for a second and I give the biggest grin I can muster and she says, "Sure, I don't care." The big body guard guy behind her looked really pissed, but I just smiled and it all worked out. Another guy was giving me really mean looks but I kept smiling and he laughed a little, so win.
Tom was pleasant. We didn't get to talk a lot. He mentioned that he played guitar and I said I played ukulele. He was impressed. He asked what kind should he play if he get's one. I said baritone if he's played guitar for a while. Then he said something about Wendy's and he took another sip of his Red Bull and then shook my hand and shuffled me along. It probably wasn't worth the thirty dollars to meet him but this was:

I wandered around some more, saw a lot more scary looking people. I wasn't really paying attention and I heard some woman say "Oh my God, there is nothing hotter than a man in a kilt. Whatcha got underneath there?" I did not turn around to find out.
Got to meet Gina Biggs who writes a webcomic that I've been reading. Very pleasant and nice. Spoke with Sanford Greene, another artist who I actually know and I saw at Heroes Con a few months ago.
It was four o'clock by then and I was stupid tired. I was very impressed with myself that I found my car with no problems. Way to go, internal GPS.
All in all, Dragon*Con was interesting to say the least. It wasn't the "comic book" convention I was looking for but it definitely made my Saturday about six times more interesting. And like all conventions I go to, I spend entirely too much money. For one, the price to get in for just the day was insane. $50 is entirely too much to be there for one day. I'm still very mad about that. I'm sure if I had been able to figure out where the panels and screenings for really terrible, old movies, then it would have been worth it. But I was more concerned about meeting some writers and just looking around. Meh, so it goes. Whether or not I'm going back next year is up in the air. I'll need a really good reason to go.
Oh, and where was the free stuff? No one offered me buttons or pins or posters or anything. I would walk right by their table like three times, make eye contact, smile, and look at all of their stuff. Nothing. Lame.
Here's what I've learned from Dragon*Con:
It's very disorganized. Like pretty much every convention. But this was ridiculous. Come on Dragon*Con, lock it up and draw some better maps.
I really dislike people that use a sheet of paper as a fan and they go in these huge sweeping motions to try to cool themselves off. It's not going to get you any cooler by doing that. And you're fanning your smelly odor right into my face. That's really gross.
Lou Ferrigno is one of the most intimidating people I have ever seen.
Tom Felton has a firm handshake. Just thought you might light to know.
Comic book conventions are very accepting of people who wear little to no clothing. Just say you're an elf and they're like, "Oh, okay. Cool costume."
Steampunk is probably the coolest thing ever.

(Thank you ladies. You win the prize for being the coolest cosplay I saw all day)
Miles driven: 361.9