Conventional Wisdom

I mean, come on.  Would you really expect anything ELSE from me?  Granted, this whole idea started from a point of embarrassment.  At the moment, I’ve only got one costume that isn’t actively falling apart, and even that one’s HALF falling apart.  I knew that, even if I actually tried to spruce up anything I had, the results would still be pretty shoddy compared to anything put together by people who actually care.  As soon as I entertained the possibility of NOT cosplaying at the cosplay convention, the absurdity of the notion quickly spiraled into the weekend-long private joke you see before you now.  Ironically, I probably put more time and effort into NOT cosplaying -and was WAY more uncomfortable while doing so- than I would have been if I’d just thrown the ol’ Dr. Forrester costume on again.  I mean, aside from the wig.  That thing is just evil no matter how you look at it.

Oh, and yes.  I kept this dumb bit up for all three days.  Believe me, I needed to make fun for myself SOMEHOW, because… Well, just wait for the next page…