Day 35. 86 pages, 38,655 words. That’s right, nothing written yesterday. But totally worth it.
Oh gaffa tape. Never change (because that would be weird).
Oh yes, it was another excellent year! I’m definitely feeling that I’m beginning to find my stride now, getting better at the whole convention thing. Last year there was just a lot of wandering around and struggling to breathe and see in spandex, but this year was better.
I’m liking being Edpool more and more, but unlike last year, this year I’m not jonesing to get back into the costume quite so strongly. I guess it’s something that you get better at handling. Still, it was a lot of fun even though we were only in attendance for a few hours. Hey, you try wrangling one highly-active four-year-old and looking after a five-month-old at the same time.
We were all in costume this year, on account of Toop being out of the belly this time around. So Mrs. Hatboy and Toop went as Tim the Enchanter and the Killer Bunny respectively. Lots of people got photos of them but I didn’t get any on our camera (which as you will see, I was mainly running around after Wump and trying to get the occasional selfie with), which was a bummer. But hopefully we’ll be able to track down some shots from others.
I, of course, was dressed in “my usual”, with the added tweak of a top hat and monocle this year. There were practical reasons for this, namely that putting my hair through the topknot-hole in the costume invariably pulled the mask backwards and up so I lost my eye-holes, so this time I just had the hair sticking out of the zipper, and the top-hat over the whole lot, taking the weight and holding the mask in place. It worked well, I only had to pull my eyes back down into place about a hundred and seventy times instead of three thousand, four hundred and twenty-three.
The theme of this year’s Ropecon was “power”, so I had a ready excuse for the hat and monocle: quite simply, money is the only power left in this world. And also, I just killed the Monopoly Guy and took all his stuff.
And Wump was dressed as Tinkerbelle, in a special fairy dress with fibre-optic lights and a pair of glittery shoes with pom-poms and a little topknot, and it was absolutely fuckin’ adorable.
Tink and I also got snapped by quite a few people as I chased her around and tried to keep her from climbing on too many rocks with the older Jedi kids, so I’ll have to keep an eye open. Goddamn Jedi kids.
I entered the costume contest with Tink, we’ll see how we do. Mrs. Hatboy and Toop, sadly, also missed out on entering the contest because Mrs. Hatboy’s motherly duties kept her busy until after the contest had closed, which sucked. They made a fantastic Tim-and-Bunny.
Found: Courtesy of Helsingin Sanomat’s news story, “Pahempi kiun Vappu”. Also pictured, Melisandre.
Wump was most interested in the Lego stall, and spent a good forty-five minutes standing there and playing with the weird combination of knights, castles and toy dinosaurs that were set up. I admit I also had a bit of fun, putting Lego guys in the catapult and firing them at the castle walls.
She was momentarily fazed by the lack of a Princess. When a girl in Princess attire walked past and the stall organisers said “look, a Princess,” Wump looked at her and dismissively said, “she’s not a Lego Princess.”
Amidst it all, we did a lot of walking around and checking out of stuff. And a lot of grabbing random people in better costumes than me, and getting photos with them while they looked unimpressed.
Now when I grabbed Batsy, I raspy-voiced at him about being the hero Ropecon deserved, but he didn’t seem to get it.
The Predators were back, and they were way cool.
One of my favourite parts of the day was wrangling Wump along a wall overlooking a big lecture theatre, where a group of conventioneers were sitting and watching some sort of presentation. The screen’s back was facing me – as was the presenter’s back – but the audience could all see Wump crawling along the wall in her Tinkerbelle costume. And could also see me as I started to wave and make faces through the window. I was gratified when they all cracked up and stopped paying attention to whatever was going on at the front of the lecture theatre. There’s nothing an attention whore loves more than attention, after all. And I’ve come to realise that Edpool is a bit of an attention whore.
Spotted a Cylon (this is my “I FOUND ONE!” pose). It wasn’t even trying to blend in. Kudos for the vintage Cylon look, by the way.
All four members of the Hatboy family were interviewed by Helsingin Sanomat, although I guess Wump and Toop had little to say. That might be worth looking for. I seem to recall going off on a long, hippie-like spiel about money and power and how none of that matters at Ropecon because money is a social illusion and at Ropecon imaginative illusion has more power than – I don’t know, I was really rambling.
OH LOOK, here it is. “Minulla on käytössäni vain rahan valtaa, ja sillä ei tee Ropeconissa paljoakaan. Siksi tämä on mukavampi paikka kuin maailma yleensä.” I don’t know what I was smoking. Organically-grown TRUTH, maybe?
The four Disney Princesses and the Serious Business Fairy.
I also met Rapunzel and Eugene. I love the effort they put into this, from the chameleon to the goatee (and they even got his nose right!). Although they could have put some red tape around the frying pan, marking it as a weapon. Then it would have been perfect.
Like last year, I found that my spandex-clad junkal package was a bit obtrusive again and found its way into a lot of pictures (as you can see from some of these). This year it was actually worse than last year, because I had bought a protective box which made it look like I had a tumour. Or, in the words of my esteemed friend Zack, like my colostomy bag had slipped.
Still, I guess a heroic bulge is part of the deal when you don the spandex and head out in public to fight crime. That’s my theory and I’m sticking with it.
My hat was assaulted by a griffin and – as you know – no convention is actually complete until that happens.
I’m not sure what Cary Elwes was doing in the background there: presumably waiting to throw a garland of Finland-themed flowers around somebody’s neck.
There was even a pair of surplus Deadpools in attendance, although they were just in masks and gloves, which was a bit cheeky (and they’re not even wearing their gloves in this picture, lazy). Funny, though.
And of course, they were Deadpools, not Edpools. They had a selection of witty think-bubbles and other props, so I give them due credit and am only too happy to share the madness.
Who has two thumbs and heatstroke? THIS GUY!
Many a selfie was taken.
Xenomorph selfie! …wait.
The xenomorph sadly met its doom at the hands of Jedi master Twi Lek [I am reliably informed that this is in fact specifically Aayla Secura, and the species is Twi’lek. Go back to nerd school, Hatboy]. Out in the carpark, no less, like any great and glorious fight.
Either that, or the 35°C heat finally got to it.
Twi Lek Secura then gracefully acquiesced to a photo.
“So, do you know any other Na’vi? That Neytiri is – BRB, wife coming.”
The day was made complete by a small but elite team of (I assume) Black Widows who were totally impressed to be hugged by a heavily-sweating, thick-bodied man in spandex…
Pictured: Three pairs of really excellent boots (BOOTS, I said). And between one and three people having a good time.
…and a Klingon warrior, because once again no convention is complete without it. And the other guy, who was probably meant to be somebody but all I know is that he probably wasn’t from Star Trek, but I’m too out of touch to be sure.
“You, say Qapla’. You, say … I don’t know, who are you meant to be anyway? Sorry, I’m old.”
Most excellent times. Missing it already.