InnerBeing

So it's been almost a week since my brothers, a coworker, his cousin, and myself left for Otakon. I think this makes three comic conventions that I've been to in my life (/the past year), but I have to hesitate to even call Otakon a "comic convention." It blew my mind, so much so that I actually ended up missing a bunch of panels that probably would have been really cool to attend; there was so much to do and see that I literally didn't know what to do with myself the vast majority of the time. One of the things that completely changed for me was my perspective on cosplay. For everyone who does partake in the dressing up as characters, don't

"Hey, let's go to the Comic Con in New York tomorrow." Thank you, little brother. Comic Con New York 2010 was... what's a word that has more punch than "awesome"? I use that too much. This was my first-ever Con, let's put it that way. Anyone who's gone probably remembers what that's like. After standing in line for a while with my two brothers, then getting in another fast-moving line to get our passes, I was starting to get excited. I must have been half-asleep on the train of something, because I was just now starting to resist giggling like a little girl. ... (You think I'm kidding.) The second I saw the entrance with the gigantic,

Alright, so I got my younger brother a Wacom Bamboo tablet for Christmas, since the W.4 was a little on the expensive side. Up until last Thursday or Friday, I had never tried it out myself. I think that may have been the second time I have ever actually tried to use a tablet...   Anyway, after the few minutes it took for my brain to try to synchronize with it, it's pretty freakin awesome. The irony is, after coming back from visiting my friends at school, my computer decided to suddenly come under attack from a supposed flood of viruses. The only thing I see slowing down my computer right now, though, are the messages popping up every 4 se