A while back, an astounding Ragdoll cosplayer actually gave me the flawless Ragdoll mask that he had made (he was making another, if I remember correctly). I can’t express what a perfect version of the mask he had made, it was an astounding replica, and included the mop of red dreadlock-like hair that Ragdoll’s own mask has attached.
The mask is gorgeous, but very delicate, so I keep it mounted above a bookshelf in my living room (you can’t escape comics in my house).
When I went away for San Diego this past week, I was deciding what clothes to wear, and the mask fell on my sofa. After a bit of panic, I carefully set it on top of a stack of clothes I chose not to bring on the sofa, packed our bags, and we left for the airport at 4:00 am in the morning.
Had a great week at the con and in the San Diego sun, went to Legoland, had a lovely time, met a ton of readers, saw the Comedy Bang Bang live tour, had a blast.
Drove home in the middle of the night…plane was four hours from SD (with a brief layover in Vegas), then four more hours’ drive home.
Was completely exhausted, got in at 5:00 am after days of little or no sleep.
Listen, I don’t panic easy. I have lived through some scary stuff. My whole family, when something gets scary, they all call me because I won’t panic. My family is full of lumberjacks and farmers and fishermen, and they all call me.
I walked in the door, exhausted, just want sleep…
…and I see Ragdoll’s face staring at me with those empty dead eyes in the darkness, laying on a raggedy trail of clothes strung across my couch.
Calm, non-panicking me screamed a little.