This post may also contain adult language, such as the word “fuck”.
So those plans for Pete’s Robo Con ended up getting scuttled; I don’t want to go into the details but it’s looking like Prime and I won’t be going. On one hand, I feel a slight twinge of disappointment but on the other, I really don’t feel much of anything at all.
I don’t know what to make of that feeling, or the lack thereof. It’s more than a little troubling to me.
Yesterday morning, I worked the opening shift, which included the morning steel security walk. As I traversed one aisle, I saw the suitcases, sitting in their spots in the steel and I felt a familiar catching in my breath, a slight contraction in my stomach but I had to force myself to disregard that sensation. We’re selling a camera for $250 that I would love to buy but I keep telling myself that I don’t have a need for it.
BotCon is gone. I have no idea if it’s ever coming back. The convention is over… finished.
Every time I remember that, I feel a little emptier on the inside.
Don’t get me wrong: I’d like to go to Pete’s Robo Con. But I’m not feeling the same level of excitement that I’ve felt in past years. I don’t feel that rush of happiness when something new is revealed, when a guest is announced. That feeling seems to be hibernating somewhere deep within and it hasn’t awoken. It may not awaken for a very long time, if certain things are any indication.
If losing the con was bad, this makes things a little worse: Paramount removed ‘Transformers 7’ from their calendar. It looks as though we won’t be seeing a showdown with Unicron after all and the Bumblebee solo film may damn well be the last chapter in the so-called Bayverse. So there’s one less thing to look forward to, it seems.
It feels as though summer is over and a long, cold winter lies ahead of me. It’s not a feeling that I like terribly much.
Iacon East 