Wow

Good job, SDCC, totally screwing over folks who took the time off to try to register for Comic-Con 2011, wasted two hours this morning, and then shutting down and saying that you’ll ‘announce a new registration date on November 8th’.

Sounds a little fishy to me.  Like a game for them, to hype up an already overly-hyped event.


Hmmm…

Looking at today’s date, I’m starting to doubt that I’ll have the Mando armor done by Halloween.

Granted, I think I’ll have almost everything this weekend, and finished by next weekend.  Except for one important component.

The helmet.

The person who I ordered from informed me that it was ready to ship on the first of the month, and would be shipped to me by the following Friday.  That would’ve been last Friday.

I’ve emailed him a couple of times with no reply, and understand that this is a hobby, not a business, but unless I hear from him soon, I highly doubt that I’ll get the helmet AND have it finished by Halloween.

Ah well, didn’t expect to have the costume as finished as it is now, considering that I had labeled this as a long term project to be completed by WonderCon/Comic-Con 2012.


Must love tribbles

Over lunch yesterday Nels asked if I had signed up on a dating site that SyFy had been advertising during Warehouse 13.  Truth be told, I don’t think I ever saw such a commercial, perhaps because I either zip through them or simply don’t pay attention to the TV during commercials anymore.

I looked up the site, and decided to create a profile.  As I think I’m a little jaded on the whole idea of online dating, I was a bit more honest in how I presented myself and in what I’m looking for in a match.

My description was surprising short, with a note that more would be revealed during a conversation with me.  The only picture that I put up was a recent one of me in my Mets jersey from a couple of weeks ago.  And to cap it all off, I said that my match, among other things, should be willing to put up with occasional trips to San Diego Comic-Con, and that they must love tribbles.

If I get someone to respond to me after all of that, fantastic.  If not, c’est la vie.