The stress can be crazy but every once in a while Botcon comes around and I get to leave behind the hustle and bustle and charred aquariums of daily life. One of my absolute favorite things to do at Botcon is sell my homemade toy robot themed creations, although every time I try selling some little resin cast robot thing it's always an embarrassing and awkward experience. Not for me, but for my friends I'm trying to sell my crap to. There's nothing like having to prove your friendship by buying something you don't want from some weird guy you only know from the internet. I suppose that when they give me their 3 dollars it's a sign of the true devotion and undying loyalty my friends have for me. I also suppose this is why as the years go on, fewer and fewer people hang out with me at toy robot conventions.
Actually, what usually happens when I undertake endeavors like this is I make about five copies and then come home with four, usually because I was too nervous to ask anyone if they wanted one and I probably dropped one in the airport somewhere. When any friends do ask if I've got anything to sell them I usually get overcome by irritable bladder syndrome and run away. I don't expect this year to be any different so after the show I'll sell off the remaining stock here as a special internet mail away offer for one dollar and four robot points. However if you send me five bucks I'll include a sketch of Voltron humping the Incredible Change-Bot of your choice. Judging from my site statistics, the poems are the least read things I write so I know my readers won't want to pass up the chance to pay to not read them in print.
2 comments:
Great. Another BotCon exclusive I don't have a chance of getting. Super. I hate this fandom. Everyone sucks. Why can't BotCon be in my front yard? Why can't I have a front yard? Transformers suck too. Hasblow never gets them right and Takara is just as inempt. I wish Mattel would get the TF license so they can give me Deep Diver Optimus Prime and Plugged the Damn Toilet Again Megatron. Stupid.
In all seriousness, I don't know where all that came from, but it was exciting to see my fingers dance across the keyboard. I'll send you $5 for your book. I don't know about the Change-Bots, so you can pick based on what you know of what I like. I'll frame it and set it up at CybCon.
You see, this is why we all need cyborg bodies. It's just too much work trying to maintain these lousy meat shells.
And you had me at "exclusive".
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