Go Where Your People Are


We all get a little home sick.

Poor ET knows, sometimes you just want to go home… or (to make a less Geeky reference) where everybody knows your name — and they’re always glad you came.


Okay, so maybe they didn’t all (or any of them) know my name, but I think I found my home — my people.

I grew up believing Comic Con was a San Diego only thing. As I became older I began to understand how much money it can cost to be a true geek and storm the castle that is the “true” comic con. I began to understand how far in advance one has to purchase tickets. Eventually I also understood that, for me, Comic con meant plane tickets, hotel rooms, expensive con passes, money to spend on geek merch (because how can you not buy a shirt or a comic from comic con), and maybe even an obscene amount of money to get Capt. Kirk, Dean Winchester, Mal, or the Doctor to sign something or take a picture with me. Comic Con is the dream, but evidently so are riches if I ever want to go. I began to think it wasn’t likely to happen for me.




Then a  little birdie told me that cons happen all the time, and all over. They aren’t the “true” Comic Con, but they, like fairies, do exist. Some of these “off brand cons” are only slightly smaller, some are smaller but still draw big-ish name celebrities,  some are barely big enough for a decent venue, and some are tiny. The number of panels, celebreties, and activities each are able to generate vary greatly. Two things remains the same: the people who attend and the general subjects of discussion.

In the city I live, a teeny tiny little con took place this last month. I didn’t have enough time to put together a cosplay (to my own sadness), but my daughter managed to transform into bat girl in time. She even went on stage for the kids cosplay contest.

The con itself was held in a room about the size of a school gym. I’m somewhat certain that supernatural convention panels are held in rooms larger than the one we were in. Speaking of panels, there was at least one: how to write a villain. It wasn’t exactly organized well. I wanted to go to the villain panel but couldn’t find what time it was being held. Mostly the convention consisted of vendors selling geek-ish items — several comic book sellers, a couple people selling cat ears, a few writers and artists selling their work, a pair of cosplayers hoping to book work at parties. It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But let me tell you something: I think I’ve found my people.


Seriously people, It cost me $3 to get in. I bought my kiddo a nerd button bracelet ($5 jack skeleton and firefly buttons, cuz my kid is awesome), a Ray Bradbury Comic ($2 I had no idea that existed), my kiddo met her comic hero (Harley Quinn cosplayer, it was adorable. And I’m only a little scared that the “half good, half bad” Harley Quinn is my girl’s comic favorite), and I met a few awesome local authors. Also, evidently, there’s a local group who gets together to watch Doctor Who live… which sounds excellent.

That’s like ten bucks for a day of fun and memories shared with science fiction fantasy geeks like us, who fangirl over all the same crap we do.

I still have a major goal of San Deigo Comic Con, and a Supernatural Con before they end the series (no, I’m not excited or hoping for the possibility, but i truly like the actors and want them to be able to move on to other projects if they want to… and I REALLY want to go to a con while they are still filming). However, you can bet I’m going to as many of these local cons as I can find now. Geek Heaven.

See you there!


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