My first day of signing isn’t until Friday, so I had the entire day free to my amazing self, and since I’m such a crazy fuckin’ party monster, I spent most of it hiding from the phantasmagoria that is the surging mob of humanity here, curled up in my hotel room, sobbing gently in that way that I do.
Not a whole lot to report, con-wise, but here goes. Thought I’d visit J.R. Goldberg who was signing alone today, so Clarence Wong and I went in to pick up our badges and head in. If that name’s familiar to some of you it’s because I used Clarence’s name for an episode of ZIM, in which that drugged out game store clerk says that the last Gameslave 2 was reserved for “Clarence Wong” prompting Iggins to play impostor in light of the real Clarence’s absence. A bit of trivia: Though not specifically stated in the show, but not so subtly implied, the reason Clarence Wong in the episode doesn’t show up isn’t because he has no interest in collecting the much cherished Gameslave 2 like all the other sane kids in the world, but because just mere miles from the mall the car he was riding in with his mother was broadsided by a semi transporting petroleum. The crash didn’t kill the two, and even the terrible fiery explosion that ensued only disfigured them beyond recognition but didn’t extinguish their lives. Their bodies were found several miles from the scene, as they apparently dragged their charred, peeling bodies screaming and wailing from the wreckage in the direction of the mall. Tell a friend, kids.
Anyhow, we found J.R signing there, with a little pink haired thing sitting on the floor in front of the table, staring at her the whole time. When we returned to her a bit later, the girl was still there, still staring. Looking into Jenny’s face for any sign of needing rescue, we found none, so we left her to satisfy Clarence’s need for something called “King Grayskull”, apparently the predecessor to He-Man’s reign of oiled up manliness. It’s possible J.R was fine and enjoying the company of a fan, or simply hasn’t developed the skills to covertly signal to friends “Oh please god guys, help me . This person is scaring the bloody shit out of me and I’m sorry for every bad thing I might ever have done.”
When we finally met up with J.R later, she couldn’t stop crying, constantly rubbing at the bruises on her face and arms, and refused to discuss King Grayskull, constantly interrupting with various pleadings for us to understand some horrible thing she had been through, but it wasn’t funny at all, and it confused me that she would even mention it. Ah, well.
Stay tuned, ya know?
Until the future…