A few days ago, I noticed something disturbing; my new socks had a lot of wear. A good number of pairs had holes and some of them had worn down in the instep. They were still mostly white, but the fabric was thinning.
That’s when I realized that my “new” socks really weren’t. They were three years old, easily. I hadn’t gotten any new socks since BotCon 2016. It was the same with most of my clothes.
My routine was this: when I headed to BotCon, I packed all new clothing and shoes, except for the Transformer themed tee shirts. I would wear the new clothing during the convention, then slowly cycle it into my everyday wardrobe after I got back home. When the next convention was announced, I would start gathering up new clothing again, squirreling it away for the next year. In this way, I had a steady supply of new clothing items that could be used for work later.
It’s been nearly three years since the last BotCon. I haven’t been clothes shopping in that time. I might pick up an errant licensed tee or a pair of jeans, but that’s been it. Although I know that I could use things for work, I can’t justify purchasing them.
I miss BotCon. I know I’ve said it before but it bears repeating.
This year marks the thirty-fifth anniversary of the Transformers. We have no official convention celebrating this milestone. In 2004, we had one official and one unofficial convention. In 2014, we had an official convention. Now, five years later, we have TFCon but nothing official. HasCon has been postponed, which pretty much spells cancellation to me. Although Hasbro claimed back in 2016 that they wouldn’t forget about us, I feel forgotten.
Prime has already said that we’re going to have to find something else to fill the void, to bridge the gap. He’s suggesting a small road trip, which would see us heading into Michigan to catch a series or two of Wisconsin Timber Rattler games. It’s not the same as BotCon but it’s something. I can use my travel sized toiletries at long last.
I just wish we had something–other than TFCon–as a celebration for the Transformers thirty-fifth birthday. I miss having an official convention, with exclusives and tours and customization classes. I miss having the chance to catch a glimpse of the next Transformers film or being able to see an episode or two of the latest animated show. I miss getting in the autograph line and having random, silly converstions. I miss meeting voice actors. I miss the auctions and the casino nights and the bingo halls and the late nights and the running on coffee and one meal a day. I miss it, all of it.
Hasbro said that they wouldn’t abandon us. Right now, I feel completely alone.