I know you’re probably sick of hearing about it by now, but I’ve got just a couple more batches of pictures from Comic-Con to get through before we can finally put this thing to bed and get back to normal posting. (With the new site design, I believe you can click pictures for enlarged versions).

The Root of All Art

So Comic-Con has become known as this huge event where movie studios and TV outlets go to announce their new projects and pander to the “true fans.” And that part’s pretty much all  bullsh*t and empty hype. But if there is still something great about it, it’s seeing some accountant or software engineer who’s spent the last 28 months of his life and countless money and man hours turning his rascal scooter into a working Delorean. And for the one or two days of the year they get to show off, those guys are the ABSOLUTE PIMP SH*T, with strangers literally shoving celebrities out of the way to take their picture. I saw one guy dressed as a centaur with FULL-SIZED HORSE LEGS THAT F*CKING MOVED WHEN HE WALKED.

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"Excuse me, Ma'am? I'd be happy to check your luggage, but first I'm going to need to inspect your 'bags."

Here’s part two of my Comic Con Photo Diary. This batch containing EVEN MORE CLEAVAGE!  With EVEN LESS PANEL COVERAGE! Actually, after about three hours of walking around taking pictures of every sexy, revealing, funny, or cool costume I could find, I found that my peripheral vision had become so finely attuned to shapeliness or cleavage of any kind (yes, even more so than usual), that any time a voluptuous lass hove into my field of view, I found I’d spun around to face her with my camera out asking if I could take a picture before my conscious mind had even caught up to what I was doing. Let me just say that if the busty lady in question isn’t actually wearing a costume at the time, this can lead to an unpleasant situation. I take full blame for that. In fact, that’s rule number one for Comic-Con: if you want to take a picture of an attractive lady, first check to make sure she’s wearing a costume or is a promo girl of some kind, otherwise your picture request will just seem creepy, confusing, pathetic, and strange. But FilmDrunkards, I make these mistakes so that you don’t have to. (Call me sexist if you must, my girlfriend took half of these.)

Scroll on for more, starting with the Slave Leias, for obvious reasons (MO MONEY, MO MONEY, MO MONEY!). This won’t be my last batch, so look out for that sometime this afternoon or tomorrow. See also Part One here (and last year’s Comic-Con galleries here, here, here, and here).
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“Hi! Uh… Can I take a picture of your boobs, I mean vagina, I mean costume?” -Comic Con in a nutshell

Whoa, it’s empty in here on weekends. That’s right, don’t adjust your monitor, I’m posting on a Saturday. I promise I won’t make a habit of it. It’s just that I’ve got so many photos from Comic-Con that I had to get a head start. Don’t worry, this is only the beginning. I’ll be back Monday with even more awesome cosplay and LARPing and pictures surreptitiously taken of girls’ butts. Haha, just kidding. …Or AM I?

People wonder if Comic-Con is just a giant convention where they’ve convinced people to pay to watch advertisements and trailers for films that will be online five minutes later. That’s a big part of it, the part that’s like a more-elaborate theater lobby, where you walk around looking at posters and glorified dioramas without actually seeing a movie. But the other part, the cool part, is the regular folk in their costumes (not the promo girls like in the banner pic, though they’re nice to look at). It’s pretty hard to be a cynical, jaded dick when you see how happy and earnest and adorable people are to be showing off their home-made costumes on the one day of the year where it’s encouraged. People will stop whatever they’re doing just to pose for a picture with a stranger, and seem to enjoy every minute of it. Just when I start to hate all the hype and marketing and people stepping on my feet, they always make me smile. Oh, and those girls in the banner pic were the Sushi Girls, whatever that means. And yes, they both had bikini-line tattoos. They did NOT enjoy it when I asked if they were scratch and sniff.

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Rhys Ifans may have been taking his role as the villain in the Amazing Spider-Man a little too seriously yesterday when he showed up to Comic-Con reeking of booze, berating the staff, and insulting America. And no, I’m not making up that last one. Ifans was arrested and cited for battery following the Spider-Man panel after he allegedly shoved a female security guard, right in her boobs. Okay, maybe not in her boobs, but I liked the visual.

Ifans, who smelled of alcohol, became irate when a member of his entourage was unable to enter the hall for lack of proper credentialing, police said. They said he shoved the guard in order to pass through, and was allowed to participate in the panel, but the guard subsequently made a citizen’s arrest.
“He was aggressive and belligerent,” Lt. Andra Brown said of the Welsh actor. “He was… berating everyone from the security staff to the United States of America.”
“He was cited and released, which is a non-custodial misdemeanor arrest,” added Brown, who said that the San Diego City Attorney will now determine whether to pursue charges. Ifans could be required to pay a fine, or could contest the case before a judge.
“But, according to him, the U.S. sucks and he doesn’t want to come back,” Brown said.
An individual with knowledge of the incident said security was very “tight and aggressive backstage.” The person said Ifans stepped outside to smoke a cigarette, and when he tried to get back in security tried to stop him and his entourage, which escalated into an argument.

Having gone to college in San Diego, I can personally attest to the fact that police and security guards tend to be fascist dicks here. I can never understand not letting a 34-year-old into your bar if her driver’s license is expired by two days, but it happens here. Motherf*cker, I’m trying to prove my identity, not drive the bar. Likewise, security at the Con is big on not letting you walk three feet to your right if it interferes with whatever serpentine path they’ve created, so I’m not surprised that they had trouble with a free-loving Welshman.  The only thing less surprising is that Rhys Ifans showed up smelling of booze. I can smell booze on Rhys Ifans, and I’ve only seen pictures. As to whether he’s still a danger, a police spokesman described Ifans as “wiry.”

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This week on the Frotcast, I had to Skype in just a few minutes after I returned from preview night at Comic-Con. I’ve been running around taking pictures and doing Comic-Con stuff (like saying “respect” to C-Tates in front of a crowded auditorium — I did it for Burnsy), so I didn’t get to post this one on time. The other guys think it’s because I was embarrassed that they spent 85% of this episode making fun of me, but that is entirely untrue. UNTRUE! LIES AND ERRONEOUSNESS! I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME HERE!

Anyway, we talk about Comic-Con and stuff, and they shouted me down for bringing up this story, even though IT’S TOTALLY TRUE. I haven’t finished listening to this, so I can only assume the guys spent the last 10 minutes of the episode saying hurtful things about my person.

Email us at Frotcast@Gmail.com, Subscribe on iTunes, and download this week’s episode here (right-click, “save as.”)

Also, here’s the Australian news story we referenced:

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