My very first Comic Con. Small enough I didn’t get stepped on, large enough to see some of my heroes.
Weird “Al” Yankovic
Danielle Panabaker and Carlos Valdez
Pearl Mackie and Peter Capaldi
“Be it the Beast from the East, Raging Bull, the Count of Monte Fisto, an Italian Stallion, The Bonecrusher, The Executioner, The Body Snatcher, The Greatest, the Cincinnati Flash, the Dogtown Dynamo or Nonpareil,… it just don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing (sorry about that, Floyd). Knock this back with a friend. Cheers!”
Looks like I shoulda read the fine print before cracking this one solo…
Imagine that one Family Guy scene, where Stewie just keeps saying, “mom, mommy, mom,” to Lois. Over and over and over until she finally snaps.
Thats Thumbs and me. He always knows, and hates when I pull my camera out. So I sit, finger on the button, ready for him to finally look at me, calling his name, “Thumbs, hey, Thumbs,” over and over and over.
He finally glances at me briefly, very briefly, then allows the Yawn to photobomb…
For the past 30 mins a rogue fly has been doing low passes and major trash talking over Thumb’s head. Hes been keeping a tough face, mewing, “Try that again, ill bitch slap you into next week!”
But the fly simply keeps on buzzing, just out of reach, “Buzz. Just try to touch me! I dare you! BuzzBuzzBuzz..”