One of the things I love about conventions is how eclectic and open and accepting everybody is of whatever weird shit that you are into. Whether you’re a little kid or some dude who’s ninety-five; whether you spent two years building this awesome Grievous outfit that’s perfectly accurate or you just picked something up at the Walgreens, it’s all there. It is like there’s no judging of whatever thing you’re into, everyone’s included; everyone’s dressing the way they feel, the way they want to be. Why can’t life be like that? Why can’t we wear a cape to the office? Why can’t I have a tail? Why can’t I jump off of buildings, or at least pretend to? Why do I have to look like this? Why do any of us have to wear this uniform that is given to us by our society? Why can’t we choose that with other people, other friends, and make this our world? That’s what Comic-Con is to me; that’s what I love about it.
Happy Birthday Dee Bradley Baker! (August 31st, 1962)