It’s Saturday at Comic-Con. Pray for me.
This year, for the first time, Saturday tickets for Comic-Con sold out weeks ahead of time, which means that 125,000 geeks have planned ahead to be here. Granted, I am one of those geeks, but if last year was any indication, I will be one of the few who’s forward planning includes a shower. The main convention floor will be more clogged than Dick Cheney’s arteries, but with even more exposed, disgusting fat globules. Only these globules will be filling my brain with jiggling visions of ill-advised bare-midriffed Huntress costumes instead of the sweet release of a massive aneurism.
Thankfully, since my girl and I took care of all the floor purchases that we had in mind for the convention (Including the original Matt Wagner drawing of Kevin Matchstick from Mage that I’ve imagined having in my living room since I was 18), the good news is that we can concentrate on attending panels all day. The bad news is that we will be unable to attend most of them. Saturday is when all the movie industry panels are, and while it might be nice to meet, say, Katie Sakhoff from Battlestar Galactica, having to wait in line for two hours in line for Hall H, surrounded by 5,000 basement-dwellers muttering that they’re gonna try to convince her to sign their asscheek so they can get the autograph tattooed on tends to sandblast the sheen off of that fucking rose.
Besides, experience has taught me that these panels can go sideways at any minute. I wrote last year about waiting and waiting and fucking waiting for Kevin Smith to eventually never show up. Well, this year he was scheduled for two panels: one yesterday morning for his new TV show, Reaper, and a standard Q & A. My girl and I decided to check out the pilot first just to get a taste. We were amazed to find there was no line in front of the conference room… and less than amazed to be told that the screening had been cancelled because Kevin was late. The sign in front of the room was charmingly misspelled “Raper cancelled”. Indeed.
I’ve said before that Kevin owes us nothing besides a good movie, but you’d think that he’d want to avoid alienating fans who will soon be asked to pay good money for a movie about making a porno, without Jay and Silent Bob in it, when I can dial up a porno by sneezing on my computer keyboard. Kevin’s Q & A was scheduled for 7:30 last night, so we planned ahead: at 6:30 we were waiting in line. At 6:40 we were handed fish tacos and giant buckets of beer, half a mile from the convention center. I’ll catch his Q&A when he starts selling them on DVD and some kind soul uploads them to Bittorrent.
So I’ll try to have some panel info later on, but don’t get your hopes up. What I can guarantee are pictures of freaks in costumes. Like this:
[tags]San Diego Comic-Con, Nerd Prom, Kevin Smith, Reaper, Katie Sakhoff, Battlestar Galactica, For The Love Of God Cover That Up[/tags]
