Montreal Comiccon 2013 came and went, and it brought some wonderful memories:
- That time Christopher Lloyd burped into his microphone in front of hundreds of people. And then didn’t look embarrassed about it.
- All the cosplay. Seriously, all of it. There was GladOS, Bee (from Bee and Puppycat), Kirby, a Kyoshi warrior, Princesses Bubblegum and Lumpy Space, Robot Chicken, and every superhero mini me you can imagine. I had a lovely conversation with Catwoman, and accidentally bumped into some zombie stormtroopers. I went as Velma, and there were about fourteen other people who did too (but none of them had an awesome magnifying glass necklace, so it was okay).
- These kids who spent the entire con riding R2D2:
- Meeting Felicia Day and confirming that she really is the nicest person on the planet.
- Having Edward James Olmos and Michael Hogan crash a panel with Jamie Bamber and James Callis. Surprise Battlestar reunion the night before the actual Battlestar reunion!
- Adama roaring “SO SAY WE ALL” at least eight times over the course of the weekend.
- George Takei doing this a lot.
- Seeing how beautiful Jason Momoa is and, on a totally unrelated note, thinking “gee, I really should start watching Stargate: Atlantis.“
- Making a “KHAAAAAN” joke and having strangers around me laugh in appreciation (this probably says more about my terrible sense of humour than anything else).
- Going to a panel called “Where are the queer superheroes?” and being introduced to this song (it is still stuck in my head).
Bonus not-so-great moments:
- The crowds. Holy crap the crowds.
- Some lady asking Jason Momoa to take his shirt off on stage. Girl, get a grip, this isn’t Chippendales and that is not an appropriate thing to ask. Plus, you already heard him say “Moon of my life” in Dothraki like three times.
- Waiting until the last minute to do my shopping and having everything be sold out.