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Conventional Wisdom

Conventional Wisdom

by Blitzkrieg1701
Ever wondered what goes on inside an anime convention, but are too afraid go anywhere near one yourself? Well, wonder no more! Conventional Wisdom is a comic that shows you what this strange, geeky world is really like, based ENTIRELY ON REAL LIFE! ...well, sort of.
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Conventional Wisdom

Ever wondered what goes on inside an anime convention, but are too afraid go anywhere near one yourself? Well, wonder no more! Conventional Wisdom is a comic that shows you what this strange, geeky world is really like, based ENTIRELY ON REAL LIFE! ...well, sort of.

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@ Comic: If that's your duty, then you probably should hang out at popular bars more regularly, so that you can do so.
I should be so dismissive. Amusing people who are too drunk to know what they're doing is basically the entire point of running panels after 9pm.

Also, there's something pretty funny about me posting comics that cast this much shade at congoers when I'm still scrambling to find any sort of hotel room for MAGFest. I'm not sure if this says more about why people going to cons aren't eager to invite me along, or why the people who would invite me to room with them don't seem to go to cons anymore.
It's always weird how there can be that one spot in the convention center that's absurdly cooler than everywhere else, no matter how oppressively stuffy that everywhere else may be. There's almost always that one side hallway that nobody every really goes down, yet is getting a full A/C blast thanks to the over-crowded hall or panel room that's on the same thermostat. This year, as you can see, the random cool spot seemed to be the hall in front of Special Events, right across from the hotel lobby bathrooms. Kind of appropriate, maybe, seeing as how the only con-going resource I try more desperately to hunt down than a well-air conditioned corner is a low traffic bathroom (which, incidentally, the lobby bathrooms most certainly is NOT)
Yeah, it took me a WHILE to be okay with being inside the van again after this weekend. The drive back up from Atlanta was a weird, twitchy experience, let me tell you. I think I spent more time just wandering around the convention center halls than... okay, no. I'm getting ahead of myself on TWO counts here.

To be fair, though, this was at least partially due to my cooler mishaps earlier giving me fewer reasons to go back to the van anyway. There's only so many times you can eat the same couple of things for three straight days. That, and wanting to spend as little time outside as possible to avoid getting hot and sweaty, for reasons I've also gone into already.
Be it big swords or wide wings or absurdly far-reaching hair or whatever else you can imagine, SOMEONE has hit you with some part of their costume in a narrow hallway at some point of the con. It's just a thing that happens, like having a line cut off just before they got to you or realizing a panel room is too hot or noticing that smell wafting out of the game room. You can complain all you want about what could be done to fix is, but it'll never stop happening.
Back when I pulled this stunt at Ichibancon, I at least tried to make things easier on myself by not bringing any costumes with me. But since this was the year I had to make everything as hard on myself as possible, I went ahead and brought my trusty old MST3k costume with me. And, sure enough, having a costume and props to worry about on top of everything else just made things even worse. You think sharing a hotel room with cosplayers is inconvenient, with their props and wigs and what have you spread out all across everything? Try it with only one-tenth the space and no closets or shelves. You'll PINE for the days when you had to dig the sink out from under a mountain of makeup kits.
Every part of that comment is true. :)
Hehe, I think you meant unicorn dreams, judging by the picture. Uniform dreams sound like they'd get boring much faster.
Okay, so just in case you missed it last time, I've decided to post the rest of the AWA comics on a page-by-page basis as I get them finished, rather than the usual all-in-one-huge-lump routine. This is mostly because Far Out There's Christmas stuff has started up at this point, and I want to make sure Conventional Wisdom doesn't get lost in the shuffle. That, and we've had so few updates this year, maybe a string of little posts will do better to remind people that this comic is still around? I dunno, we'll see.

Anyway, despite by establishing earlier that I still had the capacity to wash up somewhat out in the van, I wasn't about to turn down access to a real bathroom, ESPECIALLY where washing my hair was concerned. That was really the only thing I couldn't do out in the van... I mean, technically I could have, but DRYING this shaggy mane afterwards would have been a nightmare. And considering there was still an entire day of sitting under a wig in my hair's future, it needed all the help it could get. Oh, but I'm getting a bit ahead of myself there, aren't I?
It must be working, because the second I read that, I had this crystal clear mental image of a dollar bill with a picture of Ditto on it, like it was a scene from the show, but I can't find any trace of that actually happening in the anime. REALITY IS COMING UNGLUED!
I had a dream last night where I found a counterfeit $100 bill in my wallet… with Pokémon on it. Then today I saw a store refusing to accept hundreds because of counterfeits. Together we shall blur the line between Dream and Reality even further, mwahahaha.
Yeah, this happens more often than a lot of people think (did somebody mention Samurai Pizza Cats?)
This reminds me of Ghost Stories. It was an anime that didn't do well in Japan for various reasons, so they basically gave the dub team free reign to make up whatever they wanted with only a few requirements. The results are wonderful!
Well, if I'm gonna customize my van, I guess I might as well go full 70s and get some shag carpet.
Naw, I've tried that. Deliberately invoking Murphy's Law via reverse psychology never works out. The unholy terrors still show up anyway, only now they're insulted that you tried to fake them out!
You managed to make me imagine shady backroom deals involving improvised bathing facilities. Success?
That'd be like when a Godzilla movie treats the sinking of various ocean liners like a mystery. We all know where this is gonna end up, so let's just cut right to the chase.
Hmm… if you had shag carpets in your van, could you Velcro things to the walls and ceiling with those male side stickers?
Dang, that Strong Bad joke about kids' imaginary friends' names always sounding inappropriate was really spot on!
Dude, I draw cartoons for the internet. Clearly, I can NOT be trusted to make good decisions!