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Lexington Comic and Toy Convention #LCTC2014

This last weekend, I was fortunate enough to work as a member of the staff of the Lexington Comic and Toy Convention. If you have never done something like this then you are missing out. It was a lot of effort, but it was a blast.

Costumes: There were plenty of people there doing CosPlay. I saw a lot more Deadshot than I expected because I just didn’t realize how popular that comic is. There were male and female version and most of them had purchased the costumes. Still, very cool. I loved all of the bounty hunters and Clone Troopers but the best for the weekend was the Predator below. Yes, there were a lot of great costumes, but I think this guy takes the cake. I will add other pictures after the story, but this one deserves a higher place in the post. Sorry about the pics though, I am a horrible photographer.


Toys: I don’t mean the collectible ones that people were buying. I am referring to the people who made blasters. Then there were the guys who built a Star Wars Speeder and the guys who brought a Back to the Future Delorian. Also, remember the Ghost Busters Proton Packs and Slime Guns. There were even a few people carrying Tesla Guns to go with their Steam Punk costumes. These were great.

People: Now, the wife and I were members of the staff, so we got to meet a lot of the other staff. As a whole, this group ran their butts off trying to make this an enjoyable experience for everyone. I am happy to have met them all and I hope to work with them again.

The convention attendees were also great. I didn’t have any trouble with anyone and for the most part, I heard that same thing from the rest of the staff. This was a well behaved, polite group of people. I was impressed and never really all that uncomfortable. Since I don’t do that well with crowds, this says a lot.

However, the thing that really made the con was the guests. The wife and I worked as guest helpers. We sat in booth, took money, buffered people and tried to make life easier on them. Had either of our guests been difficult, this convention would have received a totally different review. But got lucky, and both of them were fantastic.

The wife helped Tom Kane. Tom has a long list of voice credits and is a regular to conventions. He was funny, fun to be around and she got along with him as if he was an old friend. I had been worried about her at this. She is a great people person, but she denies being a geek so the group we were with could have been a problem. None of that was a problem and I know part of that was from having such a great person as her guest. She is hoping to work with Tom again.

For my part, I helped a wonderful guest. Roger L. Jackson is a fantastic voice actor with an easy going personality and a deep affection for his fans. Between people, we had some great conversations and I came away with a list of movies and books to explore. This was only the second convention that Roger has ever done but I hope he will keep doing them. His fans loved him and he was a pleasure to work with. His lovely wife came along as well and I couldn’t have been happier to have met and helped her as well.

For us, these three people made our experience something fantastic. I can’t say enough about how great they were so I will stop by saying that I hope we get to see them again. There were others, Jim Cummings for example, who we got to know and had fun with, but since 90% of our time was spent with Tom and Roger, I have to say they are the ones that made the con for us.

Come out and see us next year. With any luck, we will be right back where we were.

L. E. White


Tommy walked up to the top of the hill and stared at the ruin of his barn. The winter storm had been the biggest in recorded history, dropping more snow in two hours than any storm he or his father had ever seen dropped in a day. The air had warmed up, changing the snow to rain. The rain had made the snow heavier, overloading the barn roof until it pushed the walls out and collapsed.

“I can’t believe this,” he said. The barn was ruined, the old grain truck, tractors and equipment were underneath the pile of timber and sheet metal, meaning that it would have to be torn down and cleaned up before he would be able to do anything else.

Tommy walked up to the door and looked around inside. There was water and snow on everything. The hay and straw were likely ruined. The old feed grinder had a rafter rammed through it, spearing the big canister like a toothpick holding an olive on top of a fancy sandwich.

He shook his head as he started picking his way through the debris. The only reason he had walked up here was to get some straw for the dog’s box. Poor thing needed to have something soft and warm to sleep in and with his son out of town that meant that Tommy would be the one taking care of it.

“Damn dog.” He cursed under his breath, not really blaming the dog, but needing to curse something as he surveyed the wreckage. “Damn snow.”

The straw was under a large section of roof that still had snow and ice on it. Tommy’s frown deepened, leaving windrows of wrinkles across his forehead. He couldn’t do anything to move the roof quickly, so he was going to have to drag the straw out in handfuls rather than just grabbing an entire bale.

“Damned dog,” he repeated as he started acquiring a pile of loose straw on the ground beside him.

“Ow! Fuck Me!” Tommy jumped backward and bounced up and down before rolling his sleeve back to examine the wound. He knew he had probably just jabbed his arm on a couple of the nails in the rafters but after getting a better look, he thought it looked like weird. There were two neat holes in his arm, both too fat for the sixteen penny nails he had used when building the rafters. There was almost no blood, which didn’t make any sense to him.

A sudden wave of dizziness swept through him, leaving Tommy to stand hunched over, resting his hands on his knees as he waited for his disorientation to pass.

Bent over as he was, he was looking at the ground when a long black stick with shredded bark settled down into the mud. Tommy’s eyes followed that stick up to where it bent, almost three feet above the ground, before he was distracted by another settling down beside the first.

“What …”

Tommy staggered backwards, slamming the back of his head on a piece of rafter, before losing his balance and sitting down with a plop.

His mouth was hanging open and his eyes bulged as he watched the spider crawl out of the straw. It was gigantic, like someone had hooked tree limbs to a Labrador. It was a mottled brown, with hairs on its legs the size of bailing wire. A pair of jointed fangs moved and wiggled in front of its mouth, each one red on the tip with fresh blood.

His blood.

Tommy rolled over and started crawling away. He screamed in panic and slipped down a little, smacking his face into the ground and coming up with a mouth full of mud and wet hay. He spat that out and tried to yell for help again, but just choked and coughed on the dirt.

He could hear the fangs clicking together behind him.

Tommy went under a piece of rafter, crawling through a spot that was too small for the monstrous bug to follow. He looked back, and watched as the beast lunged forward, smacking its head on the boards.

“Can’t get me now can you fucker,” he said before breaking out in hysterical laughter. “I got away,” he yelled between fits and fighting for breath.

The world spun and his eyes closed as the big bug slammed its head into the rafters again.


When he woke up, Tommy was freezing and shivering. The sun was almost down and the temperature had fallen at least ten degrees.

Tommy looked around, trying to pay special attention to the shadowed corners inside the barn before he sat up.

“Gotta get home,” Tommy chanted as he tried to crawl out of the barn’s wreckage. “I ain’t going to die to something I should step on.”

The ground was cold, but not frozen. There was a thin layer of freeze on top but he broke it under his weight. He couldn’t feel his feet very well and Tommy was beginning to get scared. He was only a quarter of a mile from home; he wouldn’t die up here like this.

“I hate fucking spiders,” he repeated every foot or so. “I am going to kill every one of them that I see for the rest of my days.”

The sky was still light, but the sun had slipped below the horizon by the time Tommy managed to get his top half out from under the barn roof. He was lying on his stomach, looking over at the southern horizon. He loved his farm, it had been passed from father to son for seven generations, but at this moment, Tommy was wondering if he might like to retire to some tiny tropical island.

He stopped daydreaming when one of the spider’s legs landed on the ground beside his head. Tommy glanced back over his shoulder to see the spider open its mouth. A thick, snot-like glob dripped down in a long, disgusting rope before falling on Tommy’s shoulder.

“No. God No! Ple..”



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  1. April 3, 2014 at 4:53 PM

    We had great fun at the Lexington Comic Convention. My sister and I cosplayed as Holo from Spice & Wolf. We were surprised how many people knew who Holo was and we must have been in over 50 pictures with different people. It was a blast. We later made a facebook page and a DA page. And then a video of our experience.

    • April 3, 2014 at 5:29 PM

      Thanks for stopping in and commenting. I didn’t know who the characters were but I remember seeing you walk though because Roger asked me if I knew what show you two were from. I am going to have to check out Spice & Wolf now.

  2. April 5, 2014 at 10:08 PM

    Thank You for the comment. We really enjoyed the Lexington Comic Con. We hope to do more Comic Con cosplay this summer. Holo is a wolf harvest deity that was bound to the town of Pasloe, ensuring a bountiful harvest for the residents. As the villagers became more self-reliant with time, however, Holo was neglected and, feeling unneeded, skipped town with the traveling merchant, Lawrence, by ‘jumping’ from the villagers’ wheat to Lawrence’s wheat in his wagon. She longs to return to Yoitsu, her snowy homeland, and makes a contract with Lawrence to accompany her there. AbilitiesEdit

    Holo is a wolf deity and because of this she has several supernatural abilities.

    Transformation: Holo has the power to transform into a massive wolf (around the size of an elephant) in this form she uses this to move at high speeds much faster than an other known creature. She also uses her huge jaws in order to defend herself and Lawrence (as well as scare the crap out of her enemies). To activate this form she must either consume wheat or human blood.

    Heighten Sense of Smell: This ability can be used both in her wolf and human form. Like most canines wolves have an excellent sense of smell and can pick up a particular sent from far distances far greater than humans. This allows Holo is able to detect dangers such as wolves and other people much quicker than Lawrence.

    Eternal Youth: Holo has lived for many centuries and not visibly aged past 17 years old (at least in her human form). She credits her wisdom from the experiences her long life has given her. However she is not immortal, she explains that if the wheat she dwells in is destroyed she would disappear.

    Enhanced Hearing: Being part wolf Holo has great hearing. She is able to hear tiny sounds much farther away than humans. Her ears are so sensitive that she can hear the subtle differences in purity of coins by shaking them together. Holo’s ears also have the ability to determine if a person is telling a lie or not. However she admits it’s not a 100% accurate.


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