We're here. The San Diego Comic Con. "Nerd prom," Warren Ellis affectionally calls it. Usually, we're part of the entertainment. This year, we're wallflowers. So, since we're not spending our weekend hustling comics, I thought I'd take pictures. I started tonight. "Preview Night."
I don't know why they call it "Preview Night." With tens of thousands of attendees clamoring about, Wednesday nights have become as raucous as Friday afternoons. It isn't a preview night. The San Diego Comic Con officially begins on Wednesday. Remember that.
That said, I'm curious why so many of the professional exhibitors weren't prepared for the excess. The evening is still billed a sneak preview, but the hall is open. It's time to work. Some of these interns (I presume they're interns) were still stumbling over boxes, erecting shelves, rolling out carpet. Your job is to set up for the convention. If you aren't ready when the doors open, you shouldn't get your college credit. Just my opinion.
Speaking of the doors, they didn't open on time. I don't know if the interns were to blame, but the natives were definitely restless. The first picture here reflects how deep the crowd was. I feared that my spleen would fall victim to a homemade batarang or something. Fortunately, I made it out alive.
Here are some pictures. Just a small taste of what the Con has to offer. Since we're not behind a table this year, our palettes are ready for a heaping helping. Consider this the menu. |
