If you’re a Star Trek fan and you haven’t yet scrolled down to Riker, you’re missing some of the greatest joy possible in life.
And now, the costumes of NYCC 2013:
Thursday: “My voice is my passport. Verify Me.” Martin Brice/Bishop, Sneakers
Friday: “Hey, Superman!” Donnerverse Jimmy Olsen
Saturday: “What do you mean, what kind of work? I’m a doctor!” Leonard H. McCoy, M.D., Star Trek: TAS
The Con is On!
I grabbed this picture in the midst of a conversation about conventions. It’s easy to run down a mental checklist of what you need, what you’re missing from your costume, who you need to see while you’re there, and at the end of the day let it all impact how fun it can be. I craved this kind of community growing up, or I would have if I even had an idea that they existed. Even in a hometown as big as mine, it was difficult to have friends who were as into this stuff as I am; nobody at school made a habit of watching Red Dwarf on Fridays or of keeping Gigantor the Space-Age Robot standing tall on their desks. It was years before I understood that there was a larger community at work, so many of us coming together to share in passions and loves. There’s stuff that’s bad about it—the con creeps, the crowds, the prices—but there’s so much that’s good. The camaraderie I feel at these events is stunning.
When I was small I dreamed of the stars and of grand adventure. Now all five-foot-eleven of me stands tall in Dr. McCoy’s stripes. I look at the black collar on my neck and the familiar delta on my chest and I can’t help but smile. Maybe it’s only make-believe, but I belong in it. I may not have accomplished all my dreams, and I won’t even be close until I’m exhibiting rather than attending. But in these weekends I find something even more important. I find belonging. I find the people who get it, and I see them become the characters we were all meant to be.
I got 4-F on my military physical, but on Saturday I’ll be an officer. Lt. Cmdr., CMO, explorer of the stars. I may never experience warp drive. Heck, I may never even write for the movies. But for a few hours I will dive right in and be part of a group that makes it all seem possible.
And so the con is on. Let’s see what you’ve got, New York.
"Yeah! That’ll appeal to the nerds! Just like that Matrix one we made for those dozens of Matrix fans who still exist possibly!"
"Of course! It’s brilliant! Who can we get?"
"…Sulu and that one weird robot from the bridge."
"Wait, that one with the blue eyes that came out of nowhere?"
"Yeah, that one. The one who was so incongruous that it caused audiences to start yelling ‘who are you?’ back at the screen."
"…I’m sure it will be fine. More cocaine, please!"
Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979)
He just kept talking in one long incredibly unbroken sentence moving from topic to topic so that no-one had a chance to interrupt.
It was really quite hypnotic.
Portrait of the birthday blogger. Mostly an excuse to show off this totally amazing United Federation of Planets t-shirt that GemCityTiffany made, because now I can celebrate the Federation from here to Tellar and back.