the continuing adventures of CON GIRL
yes, it's truh- this weekend i was a BOOTH BABE at a COMIC CON in the city of brotherly luh. beyond the mind numbing exhaustion of standing in high heelsies for three dayz i had a few interesting encounters and observations:
encounters:
1. a young man (NERD) ran frantically up to our booth. instead of asking for our photos (natch) or a free t-shirt (chill the fuck out) he asked very politely "excuse me, do you have a folder?" to which i replied "a what?" to which he replied "a folder" to which i replied "no, i'm sorry we do not have a folder". at this point he departed and i replied again to empty space "but i do have a trapper keeper!" NERD
2. people who like comic books also like to take pictures of me. after three days of this i have learned something new: I'M FUCKING HOT. HOT AS BALLZ. TODES*
3. most people will eat their own young for a free t-shirt. FOR REALZ. i saw a woman shove her child 4 feet to get a teesh. and several large male NERDS elbowing, knocking over and generally abusing youngins to get at the free swag. SETTLE THE FUCK DOWN. NERDS
observations:
1. not everyone at the con was a nerd**
2. GEEKS were also present. GEEKS are not as SMART as NERDS
3. i also met a few SPAZ's. a SPAZ has very few redeeming qualities, unlike NERDS who are smart and freaky in the SAC YO'*** or GEEKS who r endearingly eager to discus role playing games*****
*whatevs. but seriously, my ego is OUT OF CONTROL. i just got back from the bathroom where i spent a FULL HALVSIE kissing my reflectionne. i rule.
**the people working were about 50% NERD. there were also some dope artists there. 25% NERD. and me 0% NERD
***i only know this from the film "revenge of the NERDS" in which a well plowed cheerleader asks "are all the NERDS as good as you?" todes.****
****i know not from personal experience. i do not dabble in NERD. i prefer a nice ZORK.
*****nope, not the fun kind of role playing game. like doom or dungeons and dragons. PERV
