2010 San Diego Comic-Con
Once more we journied along with the rest of so many to San Diego Comic-Con.
What's interesting in retrospect is to read some of the articles on Comic-con. You'd get the impression that the entire event is these big name panels, but it you figure Hall H=6k, Ballroom 20=4, 6ABC=3k, and Marriot another 2K, for the big name panels a small fraction of the 126k attendants went to those panels.
Yes, there were lines, but I actually didn't spend much of my con in lines this year. It was all early morning stuff. I didn't make it into 1 thing, that was a whim and I didn't expect to get in. That line let me sit on the grass for a thirty minutes with fans all around me, which felt good.
So much of the Comic-Con experience is there in the little moments. Seeing Pack Man followed by several ghosts going up and down through the maze of the dealer's room. Singing Munuminup, and a sax player picks it up at the same time Dead Pool dances. The zombie walk streaming out into town. The panoply of costumes and t-shirts and the sheer geekery of a hundred half heard conversations. Sitting in the mid-level cafe looking down and having someone saying, "Look how not alone we are." It may have been said ironically, but that's San Diego Comic-Con is. It's Burning Man. I'd say for geeks, but I was corrected on that last night. It's a music festival. It's about coming together in an event that is all about us. The scattered tribe of us. Arguing in a thousands flavors of a hundred thousand opinions. Fandom. Going there always feels like coming home. Except with more lines.
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