Failure of the Day: Welcome to Southern California. We Have the Kind of Heat You Can Die From.
Truly, profoundly happy to be back. Had a great time in the great barren Southland despite heat and humidity nearly in triple digits every day. The ComicCon was astonishing: 100,000 people each day, and a good 10 percent of them in full-on Storm Trooper regalia. We were told that more people attended Saturday alone than attended the entire four days last year, due to the presence, we think, of Angelina Jolie, who we did not see per se, although there were a couple dozen other girls dressed as Lara Croft.
There was also no shortage of Klingons (despite there being no real connection between Star Trek and comic books), Wolverines, Spidermen, Supergirls, and people dressed as the rabbit from Donnie Darko. There was also one set of identical twin Japanese Raggedy Anns who were a little incongruous, but added a real sense of occasion.
I was delighted to finally see the porn star action figures, which are sculpted meticulously, but I confess to being slightly disappointed by their vaginas, which were more or less drawn on. I would have preferred 3-D labias. I gather they were terrific likenesses though; Joe was able to recognize each one without the benefit of labels (and not just the Ron Jeremy, which was obviously a gimme).
Despite it not being nearly the merch fest for me that it was for Chris, I still managed to come away with some goodies: a Buckaroo Bansai pin and a copy of the latest Joe Matt book, which he inscribed to me as I stood mortified at his table. I was not even slightly less embarrassed than the last time I asked him to sign a book some 12+ years ago. I'm not much of a groupie of any stripe anymore, which is a shame and a surprise: I had such a promising start.
There is a great deal more of course; I haven't even mentioned the Medieval Times extravaganza, but that will have to wait until tomorrow.
Truly, profoundly happy to be back. Had a great time in the great barren Southland despite heat and humidity nearly in triple digits every day. The ComicCon was astonishing: 100,000 people each day, and a good 10 percent of them in full-on Storm Trooper regalia. We were told that more people attended Saturday alone than attended the entire four days last year, due to the presence, we think, of Angelina Jolie, who we did not see per se, although there were a couple dozen other girls dressed as Lara Croft.
There was also no shortage of Klingons (despite there being no real connection between Star Trek and comic books), Wolverines, Spidermen, Supergirls, and people dressed as the rabbit from Donnie Darko. There was also one set of identical twin Japanese Raggedy Anns who were a little incongruous, but added a real sense of occasion.
I was delighted to finally see the porn star action figures, which are sculpted meticulously, but I confess to being slightly disappointed by their vaginas, which were more or less drawn on. I would have preferred 3-D labias. I gather they were terrific likenesses though; Joe was able to recognize each one without the benefit of labels (and not just the Ron Jeremy, which was obviously a gimme).
Despite it not being nearly the merch fest for me that it was for Chris, I still managed to come away with some goodies: a Buckaroo Bansai pin and a copy of the latest Joe Matt book, which he inscribed to me as I stood mortified at his table. I was not even slightly less embarrassed than the last time I asked him to sign a book some 12+ years ago. I'm not much of a groupie of any stripe anymore, which is a shame and a surprise: I had such a promising start.
There is a great deal more of course; I haven't even mentioned the Medieval Times extravaganza, but that will have to wait until tomorrow.
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