Event Report, Comicon 2003
July 17th-20th, 2003
by Gonzai
Ah yes, Construction-Con…oh, sorry, I meant Comic-Con. Hard to tell, as nearly the entire city of San Diego is under construction, particularly in the vicinity of the Convention Center as they’re busily building Petco Park to house the Padres next year.
For the record, this trip was both my first venture outside the Eastern Time Zone and my first airplane flight. Both went well, no jet lag here, just a great deal of difficulty figuring out the TV schedules. I had feared that given my track record with travel, Comic-Con weekend would be the time southern California would finally have “the big one” and fall into the Pacific. Nope. It did, however shower a few times (apparently a very rare occurrence in San Diego) and it was unusually hot and humid the entire time I was there. So my reputation is still intact. Said reputation nearly came into play early, as my flight was due to stop in Austin…right about the same time as Hurricane Claudette. Oops. We did beat Claudette to Austin, fortunately, despite flying over her, and were able to get going again before the weather became too intense. However, in San Diego, it was so foggy we couldn’t land. Eventually we did land, and I arrived at my hotel, to find it was located in San Diego’s Little Italy. Aka the arts district. Hee. With an art supply and a photo supply store a block from the hotel and lots of craft stores, not to mention the San Diego Bay, the Star of India, etc., I was well occupied Tuesday. I also managed to meet up with my friend Anglachel, who took me to Mount Soledad, a hilltop from which most of the area can be seen, then took me to La Jolla for a dip in the Pacific Ocean and a spectacular sunset. Most excellent.
My first roomie, Shannon, arrived very late Tuesday. Her flight from Seattle had been delayed. We got up early Wednesday to hit the famed San Diego Zoo. By the time we got there, it was raining lightly. The sun didn’t put in an appearance until 2pm or so, and I feared for my photos accordingly, but most turned out fine. Most of the animals were out and about, and despite the size of the zoo, Shannon and I were able to cover about 75% of it in six hours. The hippos had a baby earlier in the week, so we watched the mother trying to teach her baby to swim. Aawwww. The giraffes were quite friendly and evidently thought the tour bus was the feed truck. We caught the pandas at feeding time (good) and the polar bears at naptime (not so good), the elephants are hams, and the meerkats are just too cute. We had lunch and hit the gift shops – I fell in love with a stuffed wolf, but I couldn’t figure out how to fit him in my luggage. I already miss Wolfie, sniff sniff.
The shuttle back to the hotel was late, and besides, we were out of film, so we raided the photo store and a convenience store and walked to the Embarcadero (the bayside commercial area) to catch a shuttle to the Convention Center. We arrived slightly late for Preview Night. Badge pickup was supposed to be at 4:00 and the hall would open at 5:30, so we thought when we arrived just after 5:30 that we would just walk in and get our badges. Not so fast. They hadn’t started badge pickup yet! The line wound all the way around the Convention Center, literally thousands upon thousands of people still waiting just to get a pass into the hall. It was 6:30 before we made it into the Exhibit Hall, and so our Preview Night was abbreviated. Still, I was able to find a Merry & Pippin pencil box, a Fellowship of the Ring storage binder with UK edition trading cards, and Lou Ferrigno. Yes, the original Incredible Hulk was there all weekend, signing away. A blast from my childhood there. We scouted the LotR pavilion, discovered Decipher would have no guests at all and retreated to New Line, situated at the base of Barad-dur, who weren’t sure if they would have guests or not. They did tell us Karl Urban was supposed to come, but shooting on the next Riddick film had gone past deadline and he had cancelled just that day. I wandered over to Houghton-Mifflin and was given a nice new copy of Fellowship for filling out a survey. Coolies. Also picked up a funny t-shirt from the TORN guys, got absolutely clobbered in my first ever attempt at playing a video game at the EA stand, and checked out some of the Sideshow/Weta stuff, primarily the life-size statues of Lurtz and a mounted Ringwraith. The display shelves were built into a model of the cave troll. Not bad. We then met up with Carla and went to the Ringers moot at The Field, an Irish restaurant where Shannon was carded and I wasn’t. I’m insulted! The room was packed and hot, and we really didn’t know anyone. This appeared to be the case for everyone, and all of us picked out the few people we knew and retreated to a table, so no new Ringers were met, unfortunately. The food was excellent though, and towards the end of the evening most folks had left, so we did mingle a bit with the others who remained. Dij caught up to us during the evening, and Carla drove us all back to our respective hotels. Carla’s the best ;-)
Thursday morning the line to register was around the Convention Center again, and it took us some time to figure out where people who already had badges were supposed to go in. Once that was accomplished, I went straight to Weta, where a statue of Gollum had been added to the display, and discovered Daniel Falconer was now there! I had a nice, far too brief chat with him, got his autograph on my Fellowship DVD and the “Making Of…” book, and had a picture taken with him. Not much later, Richard Taylor appeared, and I was able to get his autograph as well, plus a picture of the two of us with Gollum. Tried to, at least, the person who took the photo cut Richard out of it! I told Richard I had painted Gollum, and he said he’d like to see it. Because so many people were there wanting to meet Richard, I told him I’d bring it back later. (Unfortunately, the rest of the weekend either Richard wasn’t there, or he was swamped with people. He never did see my Gollum). But another Weta guy who was nearby heard that, and he wanted to see Gollum as well. He turned out to be Ben Hawker, who did a lot of sculpture and masks for the films, and is most notable for making hobbit feet. So we went through my portfolio, which Ben adored, and he called over Greg Tozer, who worked on a lot of the critters and weaponry. We then wound up in a lengthy discussion of 2D v. 3D work – I’m incapable of 3D work and Greg is quite leery of 2D work. Over the course of the day, I also met the remaining Weta guy (John Harvey, who worked on armor and Legolas’ bow), and talked a lot more with Ben and Greg. Shannon and I are now their fangirls :-D
Other events on Thursday for me including a brief stop at Dark Horse Comic’ portfolio panel, where they discussed what should or should not be in a portfolio. At first the info was useful, but then it turned to a strictly comic-book discussion, so I moved on. I went through the Autograph area, picking up lots of autographs (and spending a ton of $) primarily from folks who were in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Farscape. Carla had promised an autograph from David Franklin to a friend, so I brought her to the Farscape table to meet him and we were both surprised that he remembered me from Galaxy Con some months back. I bought a photo to be autographed by all the Farscape guys, and got all of my newer artwork of them signed. Wayne Pygram was a little confused, as I greeted him wearing a t-shirt with my Scorpius painting on it. (The Bmorescapers, the Baltimore contingent of Farscape fans, had decided to make t-shirts for all the guys at the con featuring my art, the “Be More” slogan and a phrase pertinent to the character.) The guys all loved the artwork and t-shirts, we had a grand time visiting. I then went to Virginia Hey’s table to present her shirt and get some autographs – she perfumed me. Her new project, it turns out, is selling a perfume. The Buffy folks were also fun, James Leary is a hoot and Danny Strong was also entertaining. Next stop was Comic Book Law School. An attorney, Michael Lovitz, has been lecturing about copyright and trademark law at Comic-Con for 10 years, to the extent he has his own comic book that explains the basic legalities. It also turned out he was from Delaware, just an hour away from me. The panel was very entertaining and very informative, and when all was said and done, we had a new comic book – Mother Theresa, Protector of the Cosmos. I encountered Michael again in the Exhibit Hall later in the evening, bought his comic book, and talked copyrights with him. OK, so I’m a legal geek, too. I then caught up with Shannon and Dij, and we headed to the Gaslamp District in search of food. I had a hankering for Japanese, and we found a tiny little place, out of the way and quiet, with great food and service (but no doors in the bathroom!) Kiyo’s, if you’re ever in San Diego. We caught the shuttle back to the Radisson (our hotel wasn’t on Comic-Con’s shuttle route, but the Radisson was and it was 3 blocks from our hotel) and settled in just in time to pick up roommate number 3, Laura. Another roommate, Michael, had yet to show up – he had called to say he had to work and couldn’t make it Wednesday, but he had called Thursday morning to say he’d be there. He didn’t show. Friday morning he called the hotel and claimed my cell phone didn’t work. It worked for everyone else…he said he’d meet up with us at the Farscape panel. He never showed up there, at the Scapers dinner, or anywhere else and never called again. This, obviously was a pain in the neck and the wallet for the rest of us.
I discovered Thursday night that New Line had given out lithographs of Merry & Pippin that morning, so I went there first to see if they had more. They had no more of the hobbits, but had the Three Hunters so I snagged that one. Visited the Weta guys again, then I discovered Inkworks had Amber Benson (Buffy) coming in shortly so I queued up for her. She was late, and a slow signer, but very friendly and funny. I then scampered off, late, for Law School part 2, where we learned about trademarks. Then it was off to the Farscape panel, where I couldn’t find Laura for the life of me but accidentally snagged a seat fifth row center. Not bad. Then the panel came in and…Jonathan Hardy was wearing the shirt I gave him! With his badge on his back, so everyone could see the picture! Needless to say, I was tickled, especially since I was wearing the other Rygel t-shirt at the time! Regrettably, the photo was too blurry to see what shirt he was wearing. The Farscape audience was huge, the panel was great (at one point Ben Browder called Claudia Black, got her answering machine, and had us all yell to her machine!) and they gave out a bunch of signed hats and t-shirts to the crowd. Ben wasn’t signing, so at the end of the panel I scooted up to the stage and hollered that I had a gift for him. About the 3rd time I yelled it, he realized I wasn’t asking for an autograph, came back to the stage and accepted the shirt. He asked where the picture came from, I told him I drew it, he said it looked great and shook my hand before he left. That had me in another universe for quite some time!
But I had to hurry downstairs as I had heard Sala Baker would be signing for New Line, and I rushed over there. No sooner did I get in line but I was told that Andy Serkis was signing at a booth at the far end of the Convention Center. I grabbed my things and headed off again, got lost, but eventually found the stand. Turned out that here you had to pay for all autographs, but since New Line still didn’t know if Andy would be signing for them, I decided to take him when I could get him. Andy signed my Movie Guide and the Cinefex magazine with Gollum on it, then I brought out the Gollum painting. He absolutely loved it! I told him I had a copy for him, and he asked me to autograph that for him! First time I’ve ever been asked for my autograph :-D It was hard thinking of something to write on there, but I came up with a short note. Andy noticed the drawing of Gollum I had from PerianLeila, he liked that one too. Then there was much picture-taking, and then the folks running the stand sent me on my way. So I grabbed my things again and hustled back to the New Line stand, just as Sala was packing up. Officially he was done signing, but I held up my sketch of Sauron and Sala decided he could do one more. So he did, and there were more photos, etc. It wasn’t until he left that it dawned on me I hadn’t gone potty, had a drink, or sat down in hours and I was a wreck.
At this point, it should be said that there was too much standing, too much walking, not enough fluids, and except for the Sails Pavilion, it was very hot in the Convention Center. Add a too-heavy backpack that was difficult to carry and many bags of purchases and goodies, and the con was really tough sledding physically. I needed two sodas to get hydrated again, then went back up to the Autograph area to get Rowdy Roddy Piper’s autograph for a friend. Good timing…when I got in line, there were maybe 12 people ahead of me. While I was in line, Ballroom 20 emptied after the “Kill Bill” panel and suddenly there were 200 people in line! Piper was quite the gentleman, as it turns out. Then it was back to the Farscape booth to get autographs from Francesca Buller, who also loved the t-shirts and the painting I did of one of her characters (she played 4 different ones on the show), and Ricky Manning, who was being interviewed by a TV crew when my turn came up. So I talked to Ricky’s wife Cheryl instead, and we went over all of the shirts so she could pick out the one she preferred and the one she thought Ricky would like best, and we agreed I’d drop off those shirts with the Farscape booth coordinator, Jean, the next day.
Next stop was the art show, I hadn’t been there yet. Still haven’t. You were not permitted to go into the art show with anything but yourself, but of course, 95% of us had backpacks and/or purchases. The security told me I couldn’t bring in my things because “you’ll steal the artwork.” Besides the accusation aspect, and the fact that as an artist I’m certainly not going to steal someone else’s work, I told him I had 2 portfolios of art in my backpack, and if you’re that certain artwork will be stolen, I’m sure as heck not leaving my artwork with you. So, no art show. Wandered the comic book halls trying to find a specific piece of artwork for my friend Rusty, but no one had what he wanted and most of them thought I was nuts to even look for it – turns out the going rate for such items is $3,000. Yikes. One guy had some at home though, so it wasn’t a total loss. Time for the Farscape dinner – this time to the Dublin Square Irish Pub. It was way, way too loud in there, conversation was impossible, and the food wasn’t nearly as good as The Field. But Laura and I met some more nice folk, and that group went to Ghirardelli’s for dessert, much better atmosphere. On our way back to the hotel, Laura’s friend Jess called to say that not only wasn’t she going to be rooming with us, she wasn’t coming to Comic-Con at all. Another roomie out the window and another financial hurdle for those of us who remained. And that was Friday.
Ah, Saturday at Comic-Con...we knew there would be too much to do and not nearly enough time to do it. What we didn't know was just how bad it would be. It should have been a clue when the shuttle bus was late arriving at the Radisson, and our doom became clear when the shuttle bus couldn't get to the Convention Center because the traffic, both vehicular and pedestrian, was unbelievably bad. It took the bus almost half an hour to go four blocks. The lines were once again spectacular, both the registration line and the 'get into Ballroom 20' line. And so, I arrived at the con late, and dashed into the Exhibit Hall seeking information. New Line still had none, but they didn't make us wait for the daily lithograph either, handing them out immediately. No sign of the Weta guys at their stand, so I tried DC Comics. They were expecting Sam Jones and Allison Mack of Smallville, but you needed a wristband...and every DC employee I asked either had no idea what I was talking about, or said the wristbands were already gone. That turned out to be incorrect, but who the right person to ask was, I never found out. I did ask the right people at the Sci-Fi Channel booth - I was directed to get a numbered ticket for Stargate SG-1 autographs, and I received #123. Sci-Fi decided to issue only 200 tickets. They were wise, it seems. I had no wish to contend with Ballroom 20, and otherwise nothing was happening, so I trooped up to the Law School panel and we debated copyright infringement and when we should or should not sue infringers. With a few minutes before the Stargate panel started, I went back to the Sails Pavilion to drop off the t-shirts for Ricky and Cheryl Manning and say hi, and noticed a line quickly forming at another booth. The 'Kill Bill' stars had signed on Friday, but an impromptu second session had just started, and the line was only 20 deep, so I jumped in it. I had a trading card of Michael Madsen which he'd never seen, and after reading it front and back, he proceeded to sign it. At that point his assistant flipped out, demanding I pay $20. (Comic-Con's rules state no one in the Sails Pavilion may charge for an autograph, that the souvenir book must always be signed for free, and that if a fan brings one item that is not offensive or illegal - like a trading card - it must be signed for free. Some of the signers obeyed the rules, some did not.) Madsen told his assistant, in words consistent with a Quentin Tarantino actor, that he was signing it anyway. It was actually rather funny, for everyone but the assistant. I then moved on to the Star Wars booth, where a couple of bit actors were there along with Kenny Baker. Baker was pleasant, but didn't seem to be in the best of health. While he was signing for me, a great whoop and cry came up from the massive crowd in the larger autograph line. Turned out Angelina Jolie had just arrived. Her original autograph session was scrapped and she was rescheduled for after her panel, instead of before, which led to utter chaos. I stopped at the information booth and inquired about Nicholas Brendon (he had cancelled) and Hugh Jackman. They told me the Jackman line would be capped at 150 people, and to be at Autograph Area 2 at 5pm to get in his line. I then headed to the Stargate panel, which had a huge line waiting to get in. Seems the Smallville panel was so huge they couldn't fit people in the room, and now they were having trouble clearing them out, so the Stargate folks couldn't come in. By the time we could get in (and we nearly filled the room again) the panel started 20 minutes late. MGM's Vice-President and their Marketing Director hosted the panel, which started with funny clips of their 3 guests (Amanda Tapping, Don Davis and Martin Wood) and then included a video greeting and set tour by Richard Dean Anderson, Michael Shanks, and Christopher Judge. The panel itself included giveaways, most notably Wood jokingly asking a woman in the audience what her ticket number was, he'd pull hers...and then he did. Out of 500 tickets, he really, genuinely did pick hers! MGM announced they had promo DVDs for everyone in the room, but by the time I reached the exits, they were gone, and at least 100 of us didn't get one.
It was now almost 2, so I checked the autograph lines, adjudged Kevin Smith's to be way too long, and went back to the Exhibit Hall. Still no word from New Line, so I went to Sci-Fi. They announced that we would line up in groups of 25, according to ticket number, and if our number was higher than 50, you've got an hour, go shopping. So first I went looking for Tony Amendola, also of Stargate, who had a whopping 3 people in his line, then I went to Inkworks and discovered Andromeda's Gordon Michael Woolvett would be there, so I lined up for him and had a nice chat with the other folks in line. That line moved quickly once Gordon was there, and I went back to Sci-Fi - they hadn't gotten to 100 yet, so I got a drink and came back. Sci-Fi had everyone line up by their number, and you could enter and leave the line as you wanted until your number was getting close to Amanda and Don. The MGM marketing guy came by, and the guy behind me told him, "I didn't get a DVD." The marketing guy didn't realize not everyone had gotten one, so he gave all of us his department e-mail address, told us to write to him, state we hadn't gotten a DVD, provide a mailing address, you'll have one within 2 weeks. Wow. Organized and they fix their mistakes. Very surprising considering the Farscape fiasco, but at least one place had their act together. Chatted with Wood while in line, I had met Christopher Judge at another con the week before, so I asked Martin what Chris told me to ask him. :-) You were only permitted one autograph, but Amanda liked my drawing of her so much she also signed and gave me an 8x10 - I didn't ask for it, I was talking to Don when she signed and gave it to me! They were both very nice, posed for a cute picture for me, overall a very pleasant experience. While in the Stargate line I ran into Julie, who I met at another stand on Thursday. We have the same interests, so we'd had a long chat then. She told me Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan were signing upstairs, did I want to line up with her? So we went up there and found out that while the line was apparently capped, there were no signs or official announcement of such, and chaos was reigning again. The lines for Kevin Smith and Matt Groening, while not completely chaotic, were also far too long, so I decided I might as well camp out for Jackman.
Security told us we couldn't line up for Jackman before 5, and anyone they saw before then wouldn't be allowed in line, so I sat some distance away and had a drink. At 5, a few hundred people appeared from nowhere and swooped in on the line entrance. I was in reasonably good position, if they picked 150 people I should have been around 75th. We were more than anxious for them to pick the 150 and get it over with; we were being crushed as the people in the back kept pushing everyone forward, and my head and neck were pulled back so far I was having trouble breathing. We were all so packed we couldn't move or breath, it was very hot, and a few people fainted or otherwise became sick. But security/staff wouldn't form the line, wouldn't tell us what was planned or what was going on, only yelled at us to move back, which we couldn't as the people in back refused to move. This went on for over an hour, when the Van Helsing panel ended, and even more people tried to shove their way in. Then, suddenly, a line appeared ahead of us for Jackman - but none of us were in it. We spent the entirety of Jackman's signing demanding to know what was going on, but security refused to answer us. We demanded a supervisor, but the supervisor refused to speak to us. Eventually a lower ranked security person came over, and told us security had decided not to allow people from the 'preline' (us) into the actual line, but had instead taken people randomly from everywhere else. This person also told us that Convention Center security was running the lines and the Comic-Con people had been removed from authority/control over the lines, and that security would handle the lines however they pleased. But they didn't tell us this until almost 7, when we had been crushed for 2 hours. I was in agony by then, my back still hurts from this several days later, and it was all the worse because had security even once said we were in the wrong place, or we have our 150 people, or we're not letting you in, we could have all left before we were injured or sick from the pileup, and perhaps we could have done something enjoyable downstairs (Joss Whedon and Andy Serkis were both signing downstairs, as it turned out.) But no. Needless to say, a few hundred VERY unhappy and sore campers left the area.
I semi-passed out on a bench in the lobby, trying to recover, when the man further down the bench started chatting with a couple who had strolled by. One of them had also tried the Jackman line and was equally upset over the circumstances, while the others told horror stories about Ballroom 20 and how badly that room and its lines, security etc. had been handled. I joined in and we talked for over an hour about what had or had not been done that day, and I learned that the con had been greatly oversold for Saturday, well beyond the Convention Center's capacity. That alone was much of the problem, I'm sure. It was time for me to go to the dinner I had scheduled with friends, and I invited my new friends to join us, the couple, Bob and Maria, took me up on it. When I arrived at the restaurant, Buca di Beppo, I encountered author Keith DeCandido on his way out, and talked to him a bit about Shore Leave the previous weekend. Shannon joined us, and then for the first time, I met my webmaster, Stephanie, and her friend Peter. Almost 2 years of Internet chatting and we finally met! The meal was huge - 2 appetizers and 2 entrees proved far more than the 6 of us could handle. It turned out that our server had been the server for the Weta guys a couple nights earlier and had also attended the con that day, so he was quite sympathetic to us. I took some leftover food, we said our good-byes, and Shannon and I took the shuttle back to the Radisson and our hotel. When we got there, Laura had just gotten in, and Laura and Shannon exchanged many horror stories about Ballroom 20. As I wasn't there or involved, I won't elaborate, but suffice to say I haven't met anyone who liked the experience yet.
Sunday commenced with less difficulty and confusion, other than that caused by the missing roommates and the resulting effect on the room costs. Our obligatory first trip to New Line proved fruitless - they had given out complete sets of the lithos on Sunday, but they were gone quickly, before we arrived. Also gone before we arrived were the Weta guys, who were missing all day; and Kevin Smith, who paid a last minute visit to the View Askew booth only a minute or two before I stopped by on the offchance he might be there. So close...in any event, the most interesting news was that Sean Astin was signing at the same booth where Andy Serkis had been Friday. Already in line were the 'One Ring Circus', a group of LotR fans who appeared in costume and had nearly every character covered. The line was lengthy already, but being at the back turned out to have benefits - Sala Baker joined Sean not long before my turn at the table, so I was able to get both of them (at hefty cost, but better than another empty-handed crushing.) Sala remembered me from Friday and thanked me again for the Sauron sketch; and while Sean didn't initially look up, when I mentioned I had met him at the 9/11 event he did look and announced "oh, right, you drew the pictures of me!" Pretty good memory there! He asked if I was still drawing, I said yes and I'm learning more mediums now, he said he'd love to see what I was doing and so I gave him my card with the URLs for the various LotR Fan Art sites. :-)
Off again, first to the ATMs as I had loaned Dij the cash to get Sala's autograph as we hadn't expected him to show up, and then to the Sails Pavilion to finish up on autographs. It turned into a Battlestar Galactica party, as I chatted with Herb Jefferson, mostly about GalaxyCon in Maryland where he'll be appearing in October, and then I went to Richard Hatch's table. Hatch was talking with someone already, and for this day only Hatch had been joined by Noah Hathaway. I had forgotten Noah was in one of my favorite movies, Neverending Story, and so I got his autograph and we got to chatting. We hit it off quite well! Noah just opened a motorcycle shop, of all things, he has a family, and other than a willingness to work on any project Hatch comes up with, he's out of the entertainment business. Because of Neverending, he's also into horses and I showed him some of my horse sketches, which he loved. By now Richard was available, so I moved on. Next stop was one last visit to the Farscape guys, where I got a few more autographs now that I had a handle on the budget and David Franklin wrote silly notes on the photos. I listened to a few more of Jonathan Hardy's tales of Antipodean theater and airline mishaps before I had to leave to catch the final Law School panel. This one was new: Michael had been asked to tackle fair use issues, specifically fan use of materials in web sites, fan art and fanfiction, and he was joined by a local copyright attorney, David Brantford. While the panel was fascinating, we got a bit stuck on the legalities of parody and satire. Have to lobby for a longer panel next year. I stayed around to chat and swap cards with Michael and David, and Laura came by to say good-bye. Then I quickly headed downstairs to the TORN booth to get another one of their goofy t-shirts and a copy of The People's Guide to Middle Earth, which Quickbeam signed for me. Quickly, naturally, as the TORN panel began a few minutes later. That panel was also interesting and giveaway filled, and it was permitted to continue past its end time as it was the last panel on the schedule. At 4:30 though, we were booted, and I went downstairs for one last visit to the Weta and New Line booths, where I said good-bye to many folks and Shannon and I retrieved our Sunday night roomie, Linda. I also visited the Palisades booth, where they had many Muppet show figures I coveted. I bought the Swedish Chef, whose lobsters had decided to make a break for it!
Since Linda had many bags, we took a cab back to our hotel. It cost a whopping $5 for 3 of us, so should I go back, I'll have to seriously consider taking the occasional cab. We walked around Little Italy for a bit seeking food, but nothing met Shannon or Linda's interest so we went back to the hotel, ordered delivery and watched The Net while chatting and packing. Then it was up at a ridiculous hour (by my standards anyway) to get to the airport. The trip back was almost uneventful, save for an electrical storm in Nashville that prevented the plane from landing for some time. But we still managed to land in Baltimore exactly on time. And that was my trip to Comic-Con.
Photos from the Con
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