Sex Trap: The Wraiths Of Con
[OK, maybe I coulda got this post out a bit sooner, but I’ve been a little busy….]
There are two big events which occur in Kali-forn-ya near the end of every July:
1) Northern California: The puppets of the evil bastards shaping our reality get their groove on with Molloch at Bohemian Grove and are too busy being homosexual with each other to do anything really evil, so expect things to start getting annoyingly evil again since they’re done now.
[Plus Mercury has begun a retrograde until August 18 – Ugh. Um, I mean I love you, Mercury. It’s a good thing you’re going retrograde. It sure is.]
2) Southern California: One word: CON!!!!!!!!
The San Diego Comic Con International
It is a huge event. This year attracted 125,000 people.
It takes place over 4 days (and nights).
There are crowds outside:
There are bigger crowds inside:
It has become a media event, and a part of the projected yearly economy of the city of San Diego, generating millions and millions of dollars.
Who cares about Stan Lee when you’ve got Angelina Jolie?
[Air guitar solo]
Female attendees aren’t so fortunate.
Unless you’re a Twilight fan, but then you’re going to be waiting….
age of volcanoes not so fun fact: Last year’s Con was the first time I had heard of violence happening: Two Harry Potter fans got into a dispute about seating, and then one took out a ball point pen and stabbed the other near his eye.
Thirty years ago the city of San Diego couldn’t care less about a bunch of geeks getting together [Hmm… when did the term “nerds” happen?].
Now they’re changing trolley signs into Klingon:
And putting movie posters on the sides of buildings:
Over a span of 40 years, the Con went from banquet rooms of various hotels….
….to this monstrosity:
If the San Diego Convention Center looks familiar, it’s because you saw it in Demolition Man starring Sylvester Stallone in the future who remarked, “Waaa? The Schwarzenegger Presidential Library?” And everybody laughed ’cause in 1993 it was funny thinking of Arnold Schwarzenegger governing our lives. It sure was.
living tiki personal fun fact: Starting in 1987, the living tiki has been to the San Diego Comic Con a total of six times [and here’s the part where the living tiki is really glad he calls himself the living tiki] but has only paid for the first. I refuse to go otherwise. Forty bucks for one day was bad enough, but now I’m sure it’s over $100. I won’t reveal how I’m still able to attend because Comic Con kind of scares me now.
I didn’t go to the Con this year (Despite another free opportunity to go – with my current situation I couldn’t even spare gas money getting there), but I was there on Sunday of last year. And it was the first time I used my very first digital camera, so you all are in for a treat: Intermingled among the images I glean from the web are my own photos from Comic Con 2010!
Like this one:
Must keep smiling.
When did this [open] exploitation and distraction of
nerds human beings begin?
It’s very easy to “see”…
It’s when this logo:
Became this logo:
Yeah, that’s right…. thousands of artists at their disposal and this is the best design they came up with? Forget the damn eye, it just makes my brain hurt. And yes, that is the best image I could find of their old parrot logo. That bird used to be everywhere on everything. I guess when the evil ones took over, part of the contract was to eradicate all traces of what it once was.
However, personally I’m pretty sure the evil ones were behind it’s entire inception. You know something’s up when George Lucas was there in 1976 hyping his movie before it was even done being made.
Today the programming is much easier to see because they’ve made it flesh colored:
But the biggest change in the Con (aside from the unholy cost of attending) is the fact that, forty years ago, girls were kinda rare.
Now they’re everywhere.
Meet the Booth Babes…..
age of volcanoes fun fact: Pokémon is a Japanese take on the English words “pocket” and “monster”. Yep, that’s right… your eight year old son is playing with his and his friend’s pocket monsters.
The ability to see the programming which is right in front of our faces isn’t something that will “just happen.” And don’t rely upon Jesse Ventura to tell you. The only way to “see” is to think critically (probably for the first time in your life) and to open your mind to new ideas. Others already are. Two of them which revealed a lot of the programming I’m illustrating with this post are:
The Rebel will give you a metaphorical pair of glasses in which to “see”, and Lenon will show you a few things about Star Trek you may have missed.
This convention isn’t about comics, or art, or science fiction, or even creativity. Perhaps it never was. It’s about distraction, consumption, and programming. And it’s done through a highly charged sexual atmosphere, both ambiguous and specific.
Oh look, I see Alice isn’t too far behind….
But Booth Babes are simply an inevitable result of all the various sexual programming your children have received from the comics themselves:
Nope. Nothing bizarrely sexual about this. Not at all.
See? Wonder Woman was doing it too:
Oh man, for some reason I really wanna play with my joystick…
Ah… much better. Huh… why the sudden urge? Oh well, I guess I’ll go check out the new summer films…
If you’re thinking the release, design, and juxtaposition of these posters is simply coincidence, stop. There is no coincidence. Rather, this is one of those rare moments your brain is telling you you’re being worked, sucker.
Hollywood isn’t many industries all doing the same thing. It is ONE industry. And what they’re doing is working you, sucker.
Need I remind you Disney now owns Marvel Comics?
Don’t get tangled up in their deceit – it’s a pretty big fucking web.
[POST UPDATE]: OK, every time I see that SEGA “ad” above (Genuine? It appears to be from England), the more I’m starting to feel that video games were solely created to be a fantasy masturbation substitute. The fact it’s called a “joystick” seems so obvious it must be intentional. The intent seems twofold: 1) Make it a “substitute” to drain the powerful sexual energy of the individual (and subsequent drive to mate with a real human being), and 2) During the individual’s subconsciously aroused state, implant them with the programming.
[If your parents are too poor to get the new SEGA joystick, don’t despair young man! “Air guitar” solos are 100% free!]
Booth Babes began when the comic vendors realized having attractive women (more like their okay-looking but really busty girlfriends) hanging around their booths sold more comics. It has now exploded into a phenomenon worthy of a Playboy “Girls of the Con” edition.
But Maxim beat them to it:
You don’t even know what they’re selling or promoting, you just know there’s something evil involved…
Even when it’s innocent and candy coated…
They will “charm” you to CONsume everything from energy drinks….
….to Where’s Waldo…. what?
Maybe nobody cares?
Ladies, ladies… Say, did you happen to know I can recite the entire movie of Star Wars by memory from beginning to end?
The entire movie. Beat that, George Clooney.
Oh wait no, no… don’t walk away… I can… awwwwww.
Dammit. Someday that will get me laid. Someday.
But wait… silly me! Playboy is involved.
In addition to treating your son to the latest Clone Wars preview, you can have him meet his first ever Playmate. Here’s Tiffany Taylor signing autographs at the Con:
Um…. daddy? Can we go home now? Something weird just happened to my testicles.
But even if you’re a vigilant parent, attending on “Family Day” Sunday and making sure to avoid Tiffany, a warning: Some Booth Babes wander around.
Not even Snoopy is sacred:
Not even Snoopy can resist:
The effect of Booth Babes on young men is obvious (but not so obvious too, as you soon shall see…). But what is it doing to young women? [You know, real ones… not strippers.]
The anime-niacs have a term for it:
It means “costume play”. And its’ true origin is sexual (that’s the play part.) But Hit Girl above doesn’t know that. She just knows everyone is paying attention to her and calling her “cute”.
Then she’ll grow up and really get into the fantasy. So into it, she’ll forget she’s half-naked in public:
But after all the attention from boys, men, more boys, more men, and construction workers, she will be completely aware she is half-naked in public:
But why be just half-naked?
Yet some girls now take cosplay to the bizarre extreme, covering up the parts of their body they should be displaying the most:
Young ladies, do you hate your boring, small, non-anime irises?
Well, now you can creep the holy hell out of that guy you really like!
Come on… we know you’re desperate since he doesn’t seem interested in your body….
Now if you’re wondering how dressing like your favorite fictional character turns girls into strippers and boys gay, then allow me to illustrate it with my personal cosplay fantasy [Unfulfilled as of yet but always accepting applications]: Classic Star Trek
(Yes, it’s programming I know, I know, but, um… it’s programming.)
I’m a sucker for girls in classic Star Trek uniforms:
The evolution of the Star Trek cosplayer at the Con:
Once upon a time, all a Starfleet female cadet needed to do to initiate first contact was everything that you see here:
But then the Booth Babes from planet Playtex launched a full frontal assault on the male cadets and the females needed to show they were just as fully functional…
However, the Booth Babes were using some form of mind-control slut ray on the men’s optical sensors, so the cadets were forced to show that they could pretend to be from the mirror slut universe too, yet it just wasn’t the same…
So they started sending out distress signals:
But the Booth Babes struck back, posing as imposters who may have never even heard of Starfleet!
Being well funded and drawing upon the power of their huge nacelles, the Booth Babes quickly subdued the men. The female cadets’ warnings went unheeded:
There’s no strippers with tattoos in Starfleet! It’s an invasion!
And so, seeing that all hope was lost, the cadets dropped out of Starfleet and went to the afterparty….
[POST UPDATE]: I originally had a funny caption for this photo lifted off the web, but the joke was on me. I was distracted by the extreme weirdness (and comedy potential) of these two and thought that was the reason for their unattractiveness. Nope – they’re dudes. Just required two more seconds of paying attention. Dammit, I hate it when that happens. I feel unclean. I may have to show “Alice” from above again.
Yet… there’s your “funny caption” (maybe everybody learned a lesson too?).
But what happened to the male cadets (other than showing up at the afterparty out of uniform and then um, in uniform…) ?
The Booth Babes took control and pretended to be Starfleet.
Hey there, Ensign. You know what Orion girls like?
Men who wear perfume.
Perfume with names like “Shirtless Kirk”.
Is all hope lost for Starfleet and the Federation?
It will be once you realize the takeover wasn’t an invasion. There wasn’t even a takeover (except for your mind). Starfleet was a lie from the very beginning. They’re just getting lazy and greedy with the programming. (And why not? Some of us, even when paying attention, aren’t paying attention.)
Here’s what the comics industry started with:
Remember when I told you you’ll experience rare occasions when you’re brain is telling you you’re being worked (sucker)?
I’m sure everyone has made a joke about it:
Men In Tights.
How could I have been so blind?
How could millions of young men still be so blind?
Let’s take a leisurely walk through the Con, and see the images that subconsciously strike a young man’s synapses:
Now your brain is really gonna tell you something…. (actually, all the “subliminal” Japanese stuff I’ve thrown at your subconscious will…)
Imagine for a moment.
Imagine at this year’s Con, at precisely noon on Friday, July 22nd….
All the noise and haste…
All the light and sound and fury….
People stop. The lights dim. A hush comes over attendees. A voice on an intercom booms over the silence….
San Diego Comic Con International would like to honor the overwhelming contribution the people and country of Japan have made to the Con over the years by taking a minute of silence to remember the victims and survivors of the terrible events which struck their country on March 11th of this year. Donations can be made at designated booths near the exits. Domo arigato. Thank you.
Did that happen?
I don’t know, I wasn’t there.
I’m sure everyone enjoyed Captain America, though.
~ by the living tiki on August 10, 2011.
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