Boston Comic Con 2016

It’s that time again! When nerds across Massachusetts travel many miles in blistering August heat in heavy, uncomfortable cosplay to attend that Mecca of geek shopping and celebrity photo ops: Boston Comic Con.

My schedule only permitted me to attend BCC on Saturday and Sunday this year; I usually go Fridays and Sundays because Saturdays are insaaaaaane. This year was no exception. The crowds were out of control ginormous (and, truthfully, slightly rude and unpleasant) and the AC was not working quite as well as one might hope for an August day. Sunday was a bit better for the crowds, though the AC was still tentative at best.

I managed to persevere through adversity, though, and do what I do best—spend money. Celebrity photo ops aren’t really my style and I don’t generally go to panels, so for me BCC is really just a giant pop-up geek mall.

This year’s treasures:

Boston Comic Con haul
Boston Comic Con haul, 2016. Too many great things to fit in this caption, but note the Howard Chaykin sketch in the upper right!

I’m going to start in the upper left and kind of zig-zag down.

  • Monster Island print by Justin OrrI love me some Godzilla, and this is a great print that includes all of my favorite monsters! My bae King Ghidorah is front and center.
  • Star Trek movie poster for the BF, because I’m nice like that.
  • Nick and Nora Charles, by Howard Chaykin. I can’t even tell you how happy this piece makes me. It is such a great rendition of two of my favorite characters, and Mr. Chaykin was really interesting to talk to.
  • Flash action figure. Apparently if you put the Flash in the base you can actually make him whirr across the table, but I’m not sure if I want to open the box?? Thoughts???
  • Snow White poster print.
  • Catwoman and Flash LEGOs. (You can barely see these, they’re on the Flash book.)
  • The Best Flash Stories Ever. We’ll see about that.
  • Ponyo by Katie Cook. I get a Katie Cook piece at every con, I love her so much!
  • Batman and the Flash sketches by Jamie Jones
  • Dick Tracy: The ThirtiesMiss Fury, and The Heart of Juliet Jones. Books like these are my main goal at BCC, really. I love finding old compilations or compilations of old things. I’ve started the Miss Fury book and it is so good.
  • Slave I necklace. (Sitting on the Flash book, you can barely see it.) It’s really detailed and awesome and brings the number of Boba Fett-related items in my house up to 11, I think.
  • Totoro by Agnes Garbowska.
  • Jet Jaguar sticker by Justin Orr(It came with the poster.)
  • Betty and Veronica print by Erica Henderson
  • A pile of 50¢/$1 comics. 
  • Not pictured: A Jamie Jones sketch and a Jamie McKiernan sketch, both in my sketchbook, and this awesome book on Eiji Tsuburaya for the BF.

Whew! I think I did pretty well.

That said, I’m not sure I’m going to BCC next year. It sounds like it’s been sold and the new owners are already jacking up the prices for the tables in Artists Alley, which a) may affect whether or not artists want to—or are able to—attend and b) can only be an early indicator of what they’ll try to milk out of the attendees. I’ll have to see what happens, and what artists and vendors the new management is able to get, and whether or not the con is now being run by assholes. Word on the street is that they were trying to force artists to sign up for next year, at the higher rate, by the end of Sunday with no notice or time to think about it, so that’s not like a great start to a relationship.

But this year was fun! Now I need to go frame shopping, I guess.


Goodbye, Watson.

You were the best friend any girl could hope for.

2015 Low Point: The Watson Situation

I have been informed that, as this is a tale of a pet in distress, I need to begin by spoiling the end: Watson is OK.


I adopted Watson in 2012. He was 4 years old, orange, and tailless, and how could I resist that face?

One of the earliest photos of Watson, the first day he came home, before he was named Watson. Look at that little ragamuffin.
One of the earliest photos of Watson, July 3, 2012, the day he came home. Look at that little ragamuffin.

He had issues when I got him—his face and ears were infected and he was underweight, but we solved all of those problems and he settled in nicely.

There are a LOT of photos of Watson sleeping upside down.
Belly time. (There are a LOT of photos of Watson sleeping upside down.)

Fast forward to August of this year. Watson is now 7 years old.

The little glutton suddenly stopped showing any interest in food. We coaxed, we cajoled, we begged. At first we could get him to eat small amounts of select foods, but then he stopped entirely. Usually quite sociable, he spent all of his time in the back of the closet or under the chair. Finally I took him in to visit the good people at Angell Animal Hospital.

The door of the crate is open in the vet lobby and he isn't trying to escape... that's a bad sign right there.
Waiting for the vet to see us. The door of the crate is open and he isn’t trying to escape… that’s a bad sign right there.

The vet was very nice, but the news wasn’t great. Watson had lost three pounds—a lot for a cat—and was very dehydrated. The vet wanted to keep him overnight to give him fluids and do a few tests and try to get him to eat. She made it sound pretty normal. Like, sometimes cats don’t eat, so they get dehydrated. Little weirdos. And probably he had a bit of the fatty liver thing from losing weight. Annoying weirdo. So I left him there and went home with an empty cat carrier, which is one of the worst feelings in the world.

The vet called two hours later when she got the test results back. Kidney disease. Severe kidney disease.

Two days later he was still at Angell and still not eating, and they’d done more tests and added heart disease to the list of problems. In further good news, the treatment for kidney disease (fluid injections) exacerbates heart disease, so they were concerned about treating the kidney disease too aggressively and flooding his heart.

On about day three they gave him a feeding tube. His kidney numbers were not getting better even though he was on constant fluids. He kept knocking the IVs out of his legs, so they eventually had to put one in his jugular. (I found this terrifying, but Watson didn’t seem to mind.) On day four they started talking about putting a permanent feeding tube into his neck if he continued to not eat on his own.

Feeding tube, cone of shame, AND an IV. What a little champion.
Feeding tube, cone of shame, AND an IV. What a little champion.

It was a rough week. We visited him twice a day, and it was heartbreaking how excited he would get when he saw us coming. We continued to get a lot of non-updates—he still wasn’t eating, his numbers still weren’t improving, there was still fluid around his heart, etc.—and we didn’t know when, or if, we would be able to take him home. It was a scary and stressful and overall very unpleasant time in our lives.

There was one bright spot in the middle of this mess. Between all the tests and the overnight stays, the vet bill was through the roof, erasing any semblance of emergency savings I had. That’s not the bright spot. This is: my boyfriend opened a gofundme page and for the first time in my life I was personally affected by the generosity of the internet. People I knew and people I didn’t know were all chipping in money to defray the costs of keeping the little jerk alive. I am eternally grateful for this help; I’m not sure I’d still be afloat right now without it. Thank you so, so much to everyone who donated.

He was at Angell for 7 days before, finally, he ate. And then he ate a little more. And then he ate enough that they would let him leave the hospital, and we brought him home.

Watson's first night home, back on the bed where he belongs.
Watson’s first night home, back on the bed where he belongs.

He is still very sick, of course. Kidney and heart disease don’t just go away. He needs a giant fluid injection every day—it started as once a day, but then he was still dehydrated so they upped him to twice. We’ve spoon-fed the little jerk for four months because he declines to eat on his own. He got a UTI (of course! why not?) and we had to give him an antibiotic on top of everything else. (Have you ever tried giving a cat an oral antibiotic? Fun times.) And if that wasn’t exciting enough, we’ve had to take him back in for a blood test almost every week since August. That boy does not travel well, let me tell you.

Even with all this care, his kidney numbers spiked again recently, indicating further progression of the kidney disease. (A creatinine measurement of ~1.7 is considered high enough for concern. In mid-December his was just over a 10. Yep.) The vet dropped the word “euthanasia” as the end game. We thought we were about to have the worst Christmas ever.

Then, a week and a half ago, his numbers got better. Not a lot better, but they finally moved down instead of up. He’s no longer dehydrated. The vet said we could give him a travel break and not bring him in for a checkup until mid-January—when we thought we’d be lucky if he lasted into 2016 at all.

So, finally, the low point of the year turned around. It has been a terrible and terrifying four months. No way around it. He’s only 7 years old and shouldn’t be this sick. But we thought we were going to lose him, and we didn’t—the stubborn, upbeat little guy pulled through. He is our Christmas miracle this year. We don’t know how long he’ll last—he’s sick with things that don’t go away—but for now we are taking it one day at a time, enjoying every single moment.

Even the moment when he jumps on our stomachs in the middle of the night. Don’t ever change, Watson.

Look at this little angel.
Look at this little angel.

2015 Highlight: The Half Marathon

The Race

On Sunday, February 22nd, 2015 I ran my first half-marathon.

Look at this champion runner! (Dressed as Ariel aka the best Disney princess.)

It wasn’t, overall, the most spectacular race that a person ever ran. In fact, on February 23rd I probably would not have called this a highlight of my life at all.

It began well. The first half of the race was the greatest 7 miles of my life. I was running, I was flying, Disney magic was in full effect. I don’t know what the best part was—rounding the corner into Magic Kingdom to find upwards of 30 taiko drummers (my faves), or running up Main Street surrounded by cheering crowds, or running through Cinderella’s castle. Pure magic.

It was the final 6 miles that did me in. I hit a wall around Frontierland, and I ran-walked (mostly walked) the second half of the course back to EPCOT. No lie, I spent that entire 6 miles debating whether I was A) never going to run another half marathon ever again or B) so mad at my performance that I would obviously be running another half marathon so I could do better. It was a terrible 6 miles, mentally and physically.

But I finished. I finished a half marathon. That’s 13.1 miles that nobody will ever be able to take away.

They gave me a medal and everything. I wore it on the plane home because I am a giant dork.

After the Race

It makes me sad to admit this, but I basically stopped running after the Disney Princess Half Marathon.

It was a massive achievement, but it hurt, and I let my recovery time extend, and extend, and extend. I have gone for a few short runs over the course of the year, but not more than 1.5 miles. It’s really depressing, actually.

The past few weeks I’ve started running more regularly again, and it looks like I’m going to close out 2015 by starting back down the running road. I am out of shape but happy to be running. And I finally have an answer to the dilemma that took up the second half of the race: I am a stubborn person (everyone who knows me is currently going really? YOU?) and I will run another half marathon. I will run stronger, better, and faster than I did this February. I don’t know when—not soon, for sure—but I will do it.

That medal is getting lonely.

Merry Christmas (2015 edition)

Merry Christmas! Look, this present came in the mail for you:

Watson is mad because Wednesday gets a magic box and he has to sit on the floor like a plebe.

2015 was certainly a year that happened. I’m going to dip my toe back into the blogging scene in 2016—we’ll see how that goes. There will be a few “highs and lows of Grace’s life in 2015” posts before the end of the year, and then… Who knows? In general I’m going to try to make the blog less about me and more about things I enjoy that you, the reader, might also enjoy.

Plus cats.

Always cats.

These fine cats come in an assortment of colors and sizes for all of your cat needs.
These fine cats come in an assortment of colors and sizes for all of your cat needs.