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This morning I got an email from UPS telling me my phone had arrived and was ready for pick-up at the distribution site. So I got out of bed early1, showered, dressed, rented myself a Zip Car, and drove myself to Watertown.
The man behind the counter gave me a bit of lighthearted static about getting what he assumed by the size of the package to be a new phone.
"Must be going through withdrawal."
Uh, actually the one I have heats up to 120 degrees when I use it, so this is a replacement. I'd rather my head didn't melt, thanks.
"Well if it did it'd be a pretty melt."
....thanks?
Anyhow, I then found myself with twenty minutes to kill before I'd have to return the car, so I went to the nearby Target to see if I couldn't score some last minute Cosplay Items.
Yes, watching the Cosplay vid from the London Film and Comic Con yesterday made me long for the ability to wander around in silly clothing, so last night I broke out the few I keep hanging around. Pleased to report that Hannah Dundee, Wendy Watson, and a modified Zatanna are all fully operational. Or...at least I think they are.
The thing is, Cosplay at the SDCC is so much different than the Cosplay at say...Dragon Con2. SDCC is just so BIG and unless you've organized a bunch of people before hand there's really just...well, YOU wandering around in funny clothes. Which, I'm not opposed to, obviously, it's only that it just...yeah, I can't explain it.
Anyhow, there were no costume elements to be found. No red tank top for Hannah that's better than the one I already have, nor a better fitting white button-down shirt for Wendy. And sadly I've still yet to find a racer-back black vest. Le sigh.
What I Did find was underwear.
Lots of underwear. I...I bought a lot of underwear.
Target is the place I bought my Superman, Wonder Woman, and pink sparkly Batman pairs so I clearly had to go looking to see if they had more.
I was not disappointed.
There was a new style of Wonder Woman. Awesome.
Spiderman. Also awesome.
The Tootsie Pop Mr Owl. Suggestive as well as awesome.
And then I saw them...
There...like they've lived there their whole lives.
The pair of underwear I've been waiting twenty years for.
Yes. You've guessed it: Ninja Turtle Ladies' Knickers.
I cannot be held responsible for the sound that I made when I saw them.
Or...the glee with which I displayed as I picked up not one, but two pairs of them.
Never has a 36 year old woman been so happy to have mutant turtles on her backside3.
I might have skipped my way to the check out, and may have grinned a little too broadly as I paid for my purchases.
It was only after I left that I realized how...questionable I must have looked as I left.
See, back in the day I used to work the late shift at CVS, back when they had actual people working the registers. And to kill time I used to play a game I call: WHAT'RE YOU DOING TOINGHT?!
The game requires you to make a plausible narrative for the items purchased by any one customer.
As I started my Zip Car and headed home I thought about what I'd purchased, and how happy I was to purchase it, and then laughed.
You see, along with a bag of underwear I also picked up a container of ear plugs. You know, the squishy one-use ones? I find they're helpful in a Con environment, and so make sure to bring them when ever I travel.
SO here I was buying a giant bag of underwear, a box of ear plugs, all the while wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you can imagine.
Heh.
I'm awesome.
The rest of my day will be spent preparing for my trip tomorrow, which will begin at the upper butt crack of dawn. So early I can't even take the damn T to the airport, which...kind of pisses me off, actually. I so thought the Cross Town Commuter buses started running earlier than 6:20, but oh well. Looks like I'll be cabbing it to Logan.
I'm not sure what it says about me, that I have no problem dropping $40+ on knickers, but spending that much on a cap makes me grimace, but I'm sure it's probably not good.
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1 For me.
2 They've apparently dropped the * from their name. Small price to pay to get rid of the creepy guy.
3 And front-side, lest you think I only buy knickers with some sort of butt pad.
The man behind the counter gave me a bit of lighthearted static about getting what he assumed by the size of the package to be a new phone.
"Must be going through withdrawal."
Uh, actually the one I have heats up to 120 degrees when I use it, so this is a replacement. I'd rather my head didn't melt, thanks.
"Well if it did it'd be a pretty melt."
....thanks?
Anyhow, I then found myself with twenty minutes to kill before I'd have to return the car, so I went to the nearby Target to see if I couldn't score some last minute Cosplay Items.
Yes, watching the Cosplay vid from the London Film and Comic Con yesterday made me long for the ability to wander around in silly clothing, so last night I broke out the few I keep hanging around. Pleased to report that Hannah Dundee, Wendy Watson, and a modified Zatanna are all fully operational. Or...at least I think they are.
The thing is, Cosplay at the SDCC is so much different than the Cosplay at say...Dragon Con2. SDCC is just so BIG and unless you've organized a bunch of people before hand there's really just...well, YOU wandering around in funny clothes. Which, I'm not opposed to, obviously, it's only that it just...yeah, I can't explain it.
Anyhow, there were no costume elements to be found. No red tank top for Hannah that's better than the one I already have, nor a better fitting white button-down shirt for Wendy. And sadly I've still yet to find a racer-back black vest. Le sigh.
What I Did find was underwear.
Lots of underwear. I...I bought a lot of underwear.
Target is the place I bought my Superman, Wonder Woman, and pink sparkly Batman pairs so I clearly had to go looking to see if they had more.
I was not disappointed.
There was a new style of Wonder Woman. Awesome.
Spiderman. Also awesome.
The Tootsie Pop Mr Owl. Suggestive as well as awesome.
And then I saw them...
There...like they've lived there their whole lives.
The pair of underwear I've been waiting twenty years for.
Yes. You've guessed it: Ninja Turtle Ladies' Knickers.
I cannot be held responsible for the sound that I made when I saw them.
Or...the glee with which I displayed as I picked up not one, but two pairs of them.
Never has a 36 year old woman been so happy to have mutant turtles on her backside3.
I might have skipped my way to the check out, and may have grinned a little too broadly as I paid for my purchases.
It was only after I left that I realized how...questionable I must have looked as I left.
See, back in the day I used to work the late shift at CVS, back when they had actual people working the registers. And to kill time I used to play a game I call: WHAT'RE YOU DOING TOINGHT?!
The game requires you to make a plausible narrative for the items purchased by any one customer.
As I started my Zip Car and headed home I thought about what I'd purchased, and how happy I was to purchase it, and then laughed.
You see, along with a bag of underwear I also picked up a container of ear plugs. You know, the squishy one-use ones? I find they're helpful in a Con environment, and so make sure to bring them when ever I travel.
SO here I was buying a giant bag of underwear, a box of ear plugs, all the while wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you can imagine.
Heh.
I'm awesome.
The rest of my day will be spent preparing for my trip tomorrow, which will begin at the upper butt crack of dawn. So early I can't even take the damn T to the airport, which...kind of pisses me off, actually. I so thought the Cross Town Commuter buses started running earlier than 6:20, but oh well. Looks like I'll be cabbing it to Logan.
I'm not sure what it says about me, that I have no problem dropping $40+ on knickers, but spending that much on a cap makes me grimace, but I'm sure it's probably not good.
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1 For me.
2 They've apparently dropped the * from their name. Small price to pay to get rid of the creepy guy.
3 And front-side, lest you think I only buy knickers with some sort of butt pad.
