Now that my body has fully recovered from the physical punishment of comic con, I am now in full post comic con depression. At least it is a week earlier next year! Here is what I did:
Wednesday: Wednesday night is preview night, which means that the convention floor is pretty much the only thing going on. It is a chance to get an early start on comic con exclusive merch and swag. Every year I promise myself that I am going to attend the con and try and go to panels about making comics and improving art, then I get there and it’s like the con is a giant RPG and swag is the XP for leveling up. I leveled up a couple of times Wednesday night.
Thursday: I usually have this really good comic con intuition where I can kind of guess how long the lines are going to be. Well, on Thursday morning when we headed to the ticket presale line thinking that most people would be in line for the first actual day of the convention, I was in for a huge surprise. The line at the wee hour of 6:45 am was already literally a mile long. We ended up being one of the last people who got to get tickets for next year, but we didn’t get preview night tickets and we stood in line for four hours that morning. By this point the morning was shot and the convention hall packed, so we went to Hall H for a while. Later in the day my comic con intuition still had not yet returned because we got in for only the last 15 minutes of the Batman Arkham Asylum panel with Mark Hamill and Kevin Conroy.
Friday: We get into the convention hall early and head to the WB booth. Swag level up! We play some video games, then head over to the DC booth and get some artist sketches. Instead of continuing to stay in the hall trying to avoid being crushed to death, we decide to go outside to the area around the convention center where the comic con festivities have leaked in recent years. There is a booth outside where my mother wins a shirt by beating me at Marvel Vs Capcom. She won mainly because somehow her random button mashing kept running me over with Ghostrider’s motorcycle. It is a very stupid looking shirt. I am in no way bitter about this defeat. In a stroke of comic con good fortune, we stumble upon a newly forming line where they are giving away Cowboys and Aliens stuff, including chances to win tickets to the Cowboys and Aliens premiere, which I win. They have been doing a thing where they announce where they’re going to give away this stuff on Twitter, and some people have been running around all over town trying to win tickets. So the lesson to be learned here, folks, is that instead of trying your best and working really hard, it’s better to just be lucky. We top the day off with a panel for the 45th anniversary of the Batman TV show with Adam West, Burt Ward and Julie Newmar. That panel was fun not just because it was interesting to hear them reminisce, but also because my mom was a huge fan of that show and especially Burt Ward so it was fun to see her get so happy. Not that she wasn’t already happy from her earlier victory. I think she wears that stupid looking shirt every day.
Saturday: Saturday is mostly taken up by the Cowboys and Aliens premiere but we do go to the convention hall in the morning where we catch a signing for Avatar: Legend of Korra. The premiere is a long wait, but it was definitely an experience I wouldn’t have wanted to miss. The stars came out on stage before the movie and afterwords there was food and drinks. The movie itself was really fun, I can never get enough cowboy movies or alien movies and I thought they blended the genres really well.
Sunday: We don’t usually go on Sunday since in the past the programming has been less than stellar, which was not true of this year, but I had already promised my badge to one of my friends. So I spent Sunday sifting through my swag, sitting with it all around like a dragon with his golden hoard. I think I’m going to have a raffle for some of my comic con swag, so check back next week for details on how to enter.
