So as pretty much everyone visiting this site knows, last weekend was Rhode Island Comic Con.  Five and Dime was out in full force to promote the comic. The writer of Five and Dime, Inky, was also selling his amazing prints for the first time ever.

 

My role in Five and Dime is a bit different, seeing that I have the artistic talent of a three-toed sloth. I work mostly behind the scenes, booking the shows, hotels, and doing other managerial stuff (read: hobnobbing and making people talk to the socially awkward artists).

 

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Apparently, I’ve Been Doing It Wrong…

However, this time, I took a different route.  A route that allows us to play dress up and act out our wildest nerdy fantasies (not those ones, you perv. This is in public.) Yes, my friends. For one weekend, I became a cosplayer.

 

But what to cosplay?  I wanted to do something special. Something utterly awesome that would really make me pop.  Then it hit me: The Green Ranger.  Jason David Frank was my childhood idol, and let’s face it, everyone’s favorite Power Ranger.  If you disagree with me, you’re lying, a terrible human being, and you need to rewatch the series until you come to your senses.  The dude made playing a flute cool.

 

Luckily, the Rhode Island Comic Con was having a 20th anniversary “Ranger Reunion” and none other than the Green/White Ranger himself, JDF ,was going to be there.  The Fates sang, the stars aligned, this was meant to happen.

 

How in the hell was I going to pull this off? As I mentioned before, I have zero artistic talent.  As the artists of F & D say, I’m a “wordsmith” and therein lies my only creative talent. (I write words good?)  So I did what anybody in my position would do, with my lack of artistic talent, laziness, and inability to learn a new skill: I googled cosplay and descended into an epic journey that cost way too much money.

 

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Writing is the Ultimate Workout

I ended up visiting a website named Cosplayhouse.com.  While their Yelp reviews left much to be desired, I did not have the spare $2,000 other websites were asking for to create an exact replica of the Green Ranger suit.  Cosplayhouse would do it for a fraction of that cost, and the pictures looked convincing.  I threw caution and a fistful of hundreds to the wind and ordered my suit.  It arrived 6-9 weeks later.  My, that was a lot of spandex.

 

Overall, I was very happy with the final product. My only qualm was the boots were neon green and the helmet barely fit my face.  But hey, that’s why I have artists for friends.  After some quick doctoring, we changed the boots’ color (We colored them with green markers), and I ripped out the extra cushioning in the helmet to better fit my large Italian nose.  Now for that pesky spandex…

 

No

No

 

I was nervous. I was horrified.  I’ve been to many conventions and seen the sneers, the back talk, the infighting and drama in the cosplay world.  I have also made friends with awesome people who cosplay. Without their guidance and encouragement, I would have never done this.

 

Being a former fat kid, dressing up in the ::ahem:: revealing costume that I did was nothing short of a Christmas miracle for me.  I crash-dieted for two weeks, losing an additional nine pounds.  I’m not going to lie… my ass looked amazing in that costume.  So Saturday morning, I donned the spandex suit and hit the con.

 

This is My Green Ranger “Vogue”

This is My Green Ranger “Vogue”

 

The reactions I got were amazing.  People asked to take my picture, and after a few moments of wondering why, I remembered I was dressed to the tee as a goddamn Power Ranger.  Again, not used to this.  I’m pretty sure I lost another five pounds on Saturday alone, as the helmet acted as personal face sauna.  I ended up meeting Jason David Frank and the other Rangers, who all loved the suit.  I was in geek fandom heaven.  If this is what cosplay is, sign me up.  I want to dress like a super hero every day.

 

Sooo Hoootttt….and it Was Pretty Toasty in the Suit Too…Heeeeyyyooooo

Sooo Hoootttt….and it Was Pretty Toasty in the Suit Too…Heeeeyyyooooo

 

However, I quickly learned that is not what cosplay is about.  While most of the cosplay groups travel around together, I was by my lonesome in costume, standing ever-vigilant over the Five and Dime table, ready to punch some putties or fend off a stray monster attack.  A little bit after the con doors opened, more and more random people started asking to take their picture with me.  As many readers of my blog will tell you, I revel in attention, so I loved this.

 

Then the kids came.  I wondered how so many small children knew who the Green Ranger was. Then I was reminded the original Power Rangers show is now on Netflix.  Parenting done right, people.  To see the looks on those kids’ faces made my day that much better.  I had a line of kids and parents, equally excited to take a picture with the Green Ranger. To me, that was the greatest honor.

 

While I didn’t make my own costume, I was able to experience something I never had before, and that was the important thing to me.  I was unaware of many of the things that happen to you and your props while cosplaying.  A little boy took my Sword of Darkness and proceeded to bang it on the floor. A little girl asked for my autograph, who I didn’t want to disappoint, so I pointed her in the direction of the real Green Ranger.  I have never seen a sad lower lip that pronounced.  I proceeded to sign her autograph book and offered to buy her a puppy.  Now I know that you sign the goddamn book no matter who you are.

 

Special Delivery!!!

Special Delivery!!!

 

I have always loved kids and I think that’s why cosplaying as the Green Ranger was that much more awesome for me.  Seeing all those kids’ faces light up when they saw the Green Ranger made it all worthwhile.  I’m not going to lie… being able to be a Power Ranger for two days was great, but making so many people happy rocked.

 

Will I cosplay again?  Probably. I have some ideas in the works. But for us, con season has officially ended until next summer. I have plenty of time to think about it.  However, I will strive to wear a costume that is not as revealing next time. There were too many pictures showing off my boys all over the internet.

 

No I’m Not Adding to the Insanity…

No I’m Not Adding to the Insanity…