The 96 Hour Job Interview

Comic Con 2005 is over. Very fun and very draining - I feel like I should sleep for the next week.

Best thing I heard at Comic Con this weekend was said by a fellow freelance writer, when they described Comic Con as a four day job interview. Very true. Work comes out of meeting and networking with people at Comic Con. You never know which person you meet will be the one who ends up becoming your next friend for life, your next co-worker, your next terrible blame-it-on-the-beer-goggles mistake, or your next boss. So you try to be pleasant and funny and talented, and hope that no one discovers that it's all a sham act to cover up the unpleasant and unfunny and untalented truth.

Everyone asks about the costumes at Comic Con. As always, there were some great ones, like one guy in a Transformer that actually transformed into a car and an amazing General Grievous. But who cares about the good ones? The fun ones are the train wrecks! Like the trashiest Wonder Woman I've ever seen, dressed in a sagging costume and sucking down cigarette after cigarette.

Next year, I'm going to play the game - "Costume or Slut?" Because when you see a woman in a long flowing skirt and a tiny bikini top or an obese guy wearing a tight belly shirt, they could be dressed up like a character from an obscure anime or comic book that you've never read.

Or they could be sluts.

And in our modern world with our rapidly changing definitions, who's to say what's a costume and what's a slut? I'll tell you who - ME. And next year I'm going to do it. Because Preview Night for Comic Con 2006 is only 365 days away...