Karyl Miller, prez SCCS
Comic-Con attendees can be divided into two distinct categories: those taking pictures versus those Comic-
Con attendees can be divided into two distinct categories: those taking pictures versus those posing for
pictures. All it takes is a costume to switch sides. Why wait for October 31 when you’ve got an
overwhelming desire to parade around in a 5-inch thick foam rubber Incredible Hulk outfit? Who cares if it’s
a blazing 98 degrees? The show must go on – and you’re it.
cares if it’s a blazing 98 degrees? The show must go on – and you’re it.
It might be fun to have everyone want to take my picture. If my costume was good enough, I’d be hounded
by the Con – erazzi all day. I’d get to experience what it feels like to be Paris Hilton, only likeable and not
rich. Who knows? I could become the next YouTube sensation.
What costume would I make for myself? Yes, I said make. For some of us, simply donning some flammable
Dorothy get-up bought off the rack at WalMart just doesn’t cut it. Of course, making a costume is like
making soup. Success depends on what ingredients you’ve got on hand. I’ve got the perfect Daisy Mae. All
I need is a Wonderbra and some Kleenex, a torn skirt and I’m good to go. I’ll be a sensation!
BUT WAIT: Does anyone really want to see a woman - old enough to remember Elvis as a thin man - dressed
in a mini-skirt?
300 lb. Spidey or the equivalent. I’m sorry that dude’s now etched in my memory along with the other ish
percentage of borderline out-of-touch thespians (often in costume) that I don’t want to see. Like the 300 lb.
Spidey or the equivalent. I’m sorry that dude’s now etched in my memory along with the other horrible
images - like pictures of Auschwitz I wish I hadn’t seen. So do I want to become one of them?
horrible images - like pictures of Auschwitz I wish I hadn’t seen. So do I want to become one of them?
Maybe I’d be more credible if I chose a more age-appropriate character like Mammy Yokum. I’ve got a
corncob pipe and combat boots, but how would I make myself look that old? Rubber cement? What if I
dressed as Mammy Yokum and nobody knew it was a costume? I would die. Really, I’d have to race to the
back of the Convention Center and throw myself into the Bay.
POSSIBLE IDEA: Blondie is older than I am (How does she do it?). All I’d need is a Wonderbra and some
Kleenex (same as my old Daisy Mae outfit, but not torn). Okay who am I kidding? I’ve got to get real. I’ve
got to pick a character with my similar body type.
LIGHT BULB! Mutt and Jeff! (I LOVE the classics!) I own both a vest and a high silk hat. All I’d have to do is
let my moustache grow out. I’d like to be Mutt (the taller of the two), but because I’m 4’11,” I’d have to find
someone shorter than me to be Jeff and that might limit the casting possibilities. So I’ll be Jeff. And all I
need is a partner 5’ 4” or taller. So, hello all you Mutts out there. I can’t do it without you. Please send me
an Email stating WHY you want to play the part of Mutt to my Jeff along with a JPEG of you in your costume.
The winning Email gets the job.