Comic-Con...Part Two
Since when did San Diego get humid? It was close to a hundred degrees and rampant humidity in the Saturday of Comic Con. It was the type of hot where you get out of the shower and you can't get quite dry. Where you step outside and immediately begin sweating. It was very, very hot.
We head out of our hotel and downtown to the Convention Center. After about 20 minutes of driving around, looking for a parking lot that had a spot open, we opted to drive about 15 blocks away and park at the same lot we parked in last year. It was one of those lots where the spaces are numbered and you pay using a credit card and logging in the space number. Unfortunately, Jeff told me the wrong number so space 28 got a free ride, but we had to pay twice for our little home in space 26.
Walking up the Convention Center (and having lost about 5 pounds on that journey alone) we were met by a teaming mass of people. The line to buy tickets was at least 3 hours long. Luckily, we had pre-registered so we were in the place within 10 minutes. I don't know how the other people did it. I'm impatient on the best of days but with it as hot as it was there would be no way in hell I would stand in that line. I don't know how they did it. Especially the dude dressed in full Star Wars X-Wing pilot gear.
As a side note...you really have to be in good shape to wear the X-Wing Pilot getup. If not, everyone is just going to call you Porkins (the fat X-Wing Pilot who can't hold it together and gets shot out of the sky during the Death Star run). You can try to tell people "no, man I'm Rogue Leader". Uh uh, I don't think so. Eat a salad Porkins.
The convention has gotten way too big. I had heard there was an estimated 100,000 people including exhibitors, fans and guests. It gets bigger every year and feels like it's going to implode under it's own weight. It's almost impossible to stroll along the floor, taking in the exhibits and booths. Instead, you're fighting through the massive crowds and being herded along like sheep. It stops being fun and just becomes overwhelming.
We met industry people I'm friends with, dropped off some samples of the comic (receiving very positive feedback and comments) and then fought our way to one of the lecture halls to listen to Kevin Smith do a Q&A. Unfortunately, he was stuck in traffic so he never made it. We got to find that out...after an hour of sitting there. Rosario Dawson came out and did a little Q&A of her own, trying to stall for him. She started singing "Sing a Song" which was really odd, surreal and apropos of nothing. She was asked about her time on Clerks 2 and Sin City and pretty much responded that it was "fantastic" and "amazing". In fact, she responded with this to every questions. Everything was "fantastic" and "amazing". It was like her mantra. I need to remember that when I become famous.
I ended up playing in Jim Lee's poker tournament that night. Kevin and Jay Mewes were supposed to play in it but didn't and the tournament itself was just messed up. We had 50 people crammed into a hotel suite at the Marriott and the rounds started off at Limit Hold Em then changed to Pot Limit and then No Limit. I made it to the high 20's but the weird rules of the game (and the obscenely low chip stack you started with) didn't make for an enjoyable experience.
I had a good time though as I always enjoy getting a chance to hang out with Jeff and just geek out and goof around. We know what the next steps are for 60 Minute Broadway and are on our way to taking those now. Everything else?
Fantastic and Amazing.
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