Fan Expo in Toronto is the premier Canadian comic book convention. Only it’s alot more than comic books! Sci-fi, horror, anime and gaming are also all included and it turned out to be such a fun day. Except for the lines. /sigh

This year’s event had almost 60,000(!!!) people when they expected half that many. Silliness that we are and due to the issue of whether I could get off work to go, we forgot to buy advanced tickets and stood in a long line to buy them that morning. When we thought we had arrived at the front of the line, it turns out there were still more twisting rows of people hiding behind a well-placed curtain. And sadly even after we finally had our tickets(!!!) there was one more line waiting for us: the line to actually enter the exhibition hall. What a tease these show organizers turned out to be! So we passed by the brightly colored blown up pictures of Wonder-Woman, Frodo Baggins and Spock only to continue moving past out of the warmth of their luminescent glow.

Master Chief himself however greeted us when we got into the exhibition hall and the rest of the day was all good. (Turns out in the end we were the lucky ones. Some of those people behind us in line got turned away. Imagine. Sheesh.)

I want to call it a geek fest, but to my eyes, it was like seeing creativity come alive. From the people in costume to the independent artists offering prints of their work to the enormous display of graphic tees, I felt like I was walking in vibes of goodness. Weary feet and cranky kids – did I mention the line there was to get a pizza at lunchtime? – nothing lessened my experience. I was a kid in a huge candy store.

And yet I yearned for more! More cosplayers. More creativity. More… genius. I mean, come on. How many “fleece hats with cat ears” booths does one convention need?! And that’s when I realized for the first time that there is a difference between production and creativity. Reinvent the wheel – or the fleece hat with cat ears industry – and that’s something. Use your sewing machine to crank out a few hundred of someone else’s bright idea. Not so much.

Anywho back to goodness, the costumes were awesome!!! I could have walked around all day and only taken photos of them. We did get a few snaps but this guy on Flickr has a whole set of them! Hop over there to see zombies, Waldo, Supergirl, the Joker and many more famous characters come to life. Some of the simpler costumes were great too – like the girl dressed up as Starbuck in everyday around Galatica wear that the pilots wore on BSG.

On the comic book front, I was not immune. The fever in the air carried me away. It wasn’t all that hard to follow either. DC had a huge booth with tons of free mini-comics, and their main slogan seemed to be “After Watchmen… what’s Next?” Watchmen is one of the classics of graphic novels that was recently made into a movie – aka why I read it. Now that movie seems to be part of this larger marketing scheme of getting people into comics in general. The idea is that if you liked Watchmen – which I did – what else in the genre might you also like to read? They offered plenty of suggestions. lol

And even though my one comic book purchase went to my undying devotion of Buffy, I have – since the convention – been maddeningly requesting the other great graphic novels from my library, bloating my currently reading shelf to epic proportions and requiring me to create an actual graphic novel shelf in my profile! {gasp}
Here’s a link to my new graphic-novel shelf @

I do find that comics are great for keeping me awake on night shift!

The playfulness of people, friendliness and camaraderie was another great aspect and simultaneously mind-blowing — Darth Vader playfully attacking my daughter who was dressed up as one of the Jedi when we accidentally stepped onto the escalator next to him, people gladly taking pictures with my kids, people asking my kids for *their* picture, adults looking so psyched to even see kids there instead of grumping about their disruptive presence. I got my picture taken with a hunky and way too nice Green Lantern, we watched the local branch of the 501st duke things out Jedi vs. Sith and somehow managed to see celebrities I didn’t care so much about while missing the Mary McDonnell and Emma Caulfield that I really did care to see. Ah well.

Then it happened. It was time to leave. But the day held one more surprise for us.

Walking out of the convention center, with my son dressed as one of the 4 Castle Crashers from a popular Xbox Live Arcade game by the same name and not seeing anyone else costumed likewise all day, we finally run into… duh duh duh… the green knight!

He goes “Dude! We couldn’t find one more friend to be our orange! My friends just left they’ll be right back. You HAVE to meet them. They’ll be SO excited!” Sure enough, they appeared shortly and it was quite the reunion spectacle. Most cute. Proud mom.

So, yea, it was a fun day. Can’t wait till next year.

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she put this on youtube!!! cheers felicia!

i’m so proud. discovering “the guild” webseries might be my greatest geek achievement… so far. and it was perfectly timed. we were playing World of Warcrack (did I say that out loud?!) every night and the humor jam-packed in every line of the show had us in stitches. felicia writes, stars and directs the series and she knew where to throw the punches because she was once an obsessed gamer just like us.

If you’ve never seen The Guild, geek out and check out their You Tube Channel here. Find episode one to start there, but warning… don’t be drinking anything when you hit play.

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I’m in the mood for good news. The health care splatter all over my facebook and the internet has me down. I heard this podcast a couple of weeks back and just loved the scientific findings they shared…

Ever beat your head against a wall over an answer that just won’t come? Only to take a break, go outside, even forget the problem’s existence for awhile until one moment you are still stuck and the next some miraculous, creative, perfectly tailored solution to just your problem pops into your mind. Happens to all of us, I think, and someone really really smart came up with a study that shows why this happens with… *whispering* science. It’s so COOL!

It turns out that you actually physically literally see MORE when you are in a good mood.

“A University of Toronto study provides the first direct evidence that our mood literally changes the way our visual system filters our perceptual experience suggesting that seeing the world through rose-coloured glasses is more biological reality than metaphor.”

The story was featured on CBC’s Quirks and Quarks, a long time favorite of ours. Here’s the link so you can listen too.

Be sure to put your Anne of Green Gables hat on before you leave the house this morning. I’ll be dusting mine off and hoping things go for the best south of the border.

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A strange inclination has been building. I’m thinking of getting a tatoo. Several girlfriends all have tats on their feet, and sadly I’ll have to break the sacred ring because if I do it, it will be a butterfly – big surprise there! – on the back of my left shoulder. I’d like it to mean something. I’d like it to symbolize the end of that part of my life lived for others and the beginning that will be lived in honor of myself. These people wanted their tats to mean just as much. Their passion is science and I must say that these are some of the neatest tatoos I’ve ever seen.

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It struck me recently that the heroes we admire so much from stories are the people *not* following the rules. No adventure was ever written that starred the obsequious girl in the corner who never said boo, even when a mosquito landed. Such tales are reserved for those who throw caution to the wind, making their literal and figurative cape fly out behind them, as they break old problems with new solutions that no one dared dream before. I find this true of stories for both boys and girls. Josephine Alcott was not doing what women of her time should have been. And Frodo definitely wasn’t your typical hobbit. So why are you, and me, so petrified of offending, worrying, following, conforming, being what we are not? Just a thought.

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