Comic-Con Masquerade Wrap Up!
First, the girls are Teh. Awesome. No more needs to be said, really. 
Second, Cheryll wrote up an awesome backstage report with tons of photos. Go check it out, here!
Third, I’m really really happy with how the Big Daddy Bouncer silhouette turned out. All that time with a calculator and ruler working on the proportions really paid off. I think I really nailed the shaping, plus I had every single part, even the ones I was thinking I wouldn’t finish. Yay! And I’m super big. About 7 feet tall, 3 feet wide, and about 6 feet deep. Woot. I’m not a big daddy. I’m a BIG DADDY.
Fourth, all the crap I’m uphappy with, lol.
* It’s just too $(@#$ heavy. At first, I thought just a metric ton of weightlifting training would solve that part (I had meant to undergo a training program prior to SDCC, but that was cut out of the schedule in favor of finishing the damn thing). I was (obviously) struggling to walk, and I felt like such a wimp, until I saw three guys trying to carry it and having problems. Lol. So, I’m not super wimpy (well, i’m wimpy, just not super wimpy.) So, the plan is to start weightlifting before I wear it again, but that can’t be my only option. I have to figure out somewhere to shed at least 20 pounds. I had originally thought it was around 50 pounds of costume, but I weighed the lightest piece. It’s 7 ounces. Super light, right? There are 47 pieces. >_< My current estimate is somewhere around 70-80 pounds. I’ll try to weigh the whole thing this weekend.
* The drill turning worked for about 5 seconds. I have to remake the drill anyway, since that’s one of the heaviest pieces. So much so that it pulls the right side of the costume down, and (apparently) causes me to constantly drift to the right. I wouldn’t know, because….
* I can’t see. Seriously. No see. Anything. I had A) angled the bottom air vents so I could see the floor, and B) put “cracks” the porthole glass frosting so I could see out, but neglected to account for the fact the dome is about two feet from my eyes. A nice big slit right in front of your face is awesome. Two feet away and all you can see are dark and light. Going up and down the stairs to get on the stage is one of the scariest things I’ve done. Without the worlds most awesome handlers, it would probably have been one of those tragic, News at Eleven type things. Much more news worthily bizarre than the pen stabbing in Hall H.
* The lights in the dome were too weak to show up in most photos. I had to take the padding out of arms and cut them shorter to fit, and now they look silly. My pants fell off on stage (Well, at least it was suddenly drafting around the big daddy rear section). I didn’t have time to distress the soft costume,
etc
etc.
Overall, thrilled for how awesome the girls did, happy with my costume, and dismayed at the world’s longest laundry list of fix-its. But all in all, not bad for first time really working with fiberglass, right? lol.
