Comic Con? Oh yeah. Now with... NO PICTURES! WOO! I'll get to those later.

But in short: Comic Con was like spending the night with a beautiful,exciting, unforgettable woman. You know, the kind that you pay assloads of money for then spend the next morning/week lamenting the money you lost and the diseases you got from her and will inevitably go crawling back to because she was just that fucking amazing.

Not that I've had real experience like that, but I've read Frank Miller comics so it should basically be the same thing, right? Yeah!

Onward!

Friday!
Left reaaaally early because my mom had to drop me off at the airport before work. Ended up three hours early with nothing to do. Picked up Good Omens, which I'd been thinking about reading forever. Started on that. Quite absorbing. Aziraphale and Crowley are the best bros in suits ever. Wasted time away between drawing shit and reading. Finally got onto the plane. First person I saw was a greasy looking kid with blue hair and knew, immediately, that I would likely be seeing most of the people on the plane at Comic Con.

But I didn't, so that'sgood.

Flight was uneventful. Just read for the most part. San Diego was gorgeous. Stood gaping at the lovely ocean for a while before security pushed me out of the way (not really. I did stare at the ocean a lot, though) . Saw a neckbeard with a huge-ass Batman: Brave and the Bold bag and realized that I would not sleep, I would not rest until one of those bags was in my posession.

Resolve to acquire one of these bags quickly fizzled as I entered the convention hall.

Holy fuck, so many people.

Spent the evening walking around the exhibit hall in wide-eyed wonder, not knowing what the fuck I was supposed to do or where I was supposed to go. I think I caught up with toggy and joeshadows and their friend Kat for a bit. We fagged over comics because that is what you are supposed to do at Comic Con. We also found a wonderfully cool little place to sit and chill under the blast of an overzealous air conditioner. Felt great after bumping elbows with so many sweaty people.

Didn't see that much cosplay, oddly. My favorite, though, was probably the movie Logan and Waaaaaaade (homg <3) because they were kind of badass manly and stuff and looked like their characters. Yay <3

Um, yeah, relatively uneventful. Went back to hotel room, gathered all my roomies and stuff and we ate cup noodles provided by one of the roomies (who some of you may know as "Moe Heavy," if you lurk /cgl/) and watched TV and stuff then went to bed.

Saturday!

Was awesome! More or less the meat of the con.

Got into sadly halfassed Weasel, complete with halfassed neckbeard that made me feel kinda dorky for a majority of the con, but that's okay! Because it's Comic Con. Wandered around for a bit. Met up with Meg/Obscurity, Shy, and their bro from the /co/ Vent. Shit was so cash. It was so exciting to meet them in person ;A; I think I milled around the place with them for a bit, then hooked up with Toggy and friends again for the Marvel: Dark Reign panel which ended up being hilariously awesome even if Joe Quesada made me want to stand up and yell QUEESAAADAAAAAAAA! Also, some fegit apparently actually like OMD HAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK no. Anyway, the show was stolen by this fucking awesome kid dressed up as Vision (AKA Kid Vision) and pretty much unleashed a can of whoopass and comic book knowledge on the entire crowd of fanboys and shit. WHAT'S THAT, QUESADA? ARE YOU BEING A JEALOUS FATTY ? HELL YEAH, YOU ARE. KID WAS FUCKING AWESOME. HOWARD THE DUCK VS. NORMAN OSBORNE HELL YEAR SOMEONE GET THIS KID WRITING FOR MARVEL. But yeah. Left kind of early because I had to go do volunteering shit for three hours (though it was more like two). Ended up sitting through two panels as a part of "volunteering' hahaha lolwut. First was okay. Fantasy artist named Brom. His stuff was pretty cool. Second was this dude named Denis Kitchen who was more relevant to oldfags and stuff. I was bored out of my mind.

MEANWHILE.

suspi apparently got to volunteer for the GODDAMN HEROES PANEL which wouldn't be such a big deal for me except HOLY FUCK ZACHARY QUINTOOOOOOOOO ;A; But yeah. You scored hardcore, bro. Noice.

Missed the Iron Man 2 panel because AUGH LIIIIIIINES. Bought some overpriced cookies. I think that was the only thing I ate that day hahaha what the fuck. Hung around with Toggy and friends for a bit more, changed into Sulu, missed the Human Target panel (John Cho! Chi McBride! ;A; BAWWWWWWWWWW). After staring at myself really hard in the mirror, I realized my hair needed some more cutting because as it was then, it kept fluffing up into a more CHekov-like hairstyle, but EFF THAT NOISE I stopped giving a fuck anyway and the Starfleet uniform was fairly comfortable, even despite the shoes. Spent the rest of the con waiting in line for the Watchmen/Arkham Asylum panel which was FABULOUS. OH GOD MARK HAMILL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. SO. SO. SOOOOO MUUUUCH. Also, Arkham Asylum is going to make me jizz my goddamn pants I swear to god. It looks so fun.

AND THEN SUDDENLY. JACKIE EARLE HALEY FUCK YES. HOOOMMMG SO ADORABLE FUUUUUCK.

So yeah, quick Q+A. Chatted up with fucking awesome Twilight Lady while in line to ask questions. Didn't get to us, but whatever. It was still cool to see them up close in a retardedly fangirlish way. Um, yeah. Sat back down, rest of the panel rolled on. Zack Snyder turned out to be a really awesome, hilarious, laid-back kinda dude who loves the comics just as much as most neckbeards do. His explanations for the decisions he made on the movie didn't seem ham-handed and actually made some sense. It was good stuff. Crunchy peanut butter, can of beans, throwing shit, and giant black phallic figures in the Comedian's room. Yesssss.

Toggy and friends left early. RIGHT BEFORE THE HOLLIS MASON SCENE. I would've been bawwwwwing so fucking hard if Snyder hadn't been talking over it. So thankful for that because I didn't want to look like a weepy little wimp. But oh god, Hollis Mason. HOLLLIIIISS MASONNNN ;____________; Aside from Hollis Mason+Dan's retribution, I didn't notice much else about the Director's Cut, but then again, I was getting kinda sleepy and most of the stuff went by in a blur. Once I get the DVD, I'll sit down and actually watch it through, see how it does with some of the elements left out in the theatrical cut. But hey, the panel was awesome, Zack Snyder's a total bro, and the free shirts were pretty sweet, so, uh, yeah.

Grabbed a really late-night dinner/snack/froyo with suspi WHO IS APPARENTLY ALLERGIC TO FRUIT? LOLNO you are a silly man. But oh well. Went back to the hotel room. Fell asleep before head hit pillow. Slept more comfortably than Friday night.

SUNDAY! LAST DAY! OH MAN!
Woke up balls early because volunteer shift was at 7:30 in the morning. Reaaally should've worn comfortable clothes/shoes while walking around exhibit hall passing out flyers because I ended up hitting up the hotel room again ANYWAY. Whatever. Finished volunteering, picked up some swag early, including that coveted BATB bag FUUUUCK YEAR! My weekend was complete. Sorta. Not really, actually, because some Star Trek people were there and I had to go shake hands and stuff with them. Got autos from Nichelle Nichols (<333333) , Leonard Nimoy (<33333333333333333), and Brent Spiner. Hell yeah, mo'fuckers I totally brofisted Data shit was so cash. Got autos for friends and stuff. Caught up with Meg and friends for a little, then just chilled out with Tog's group for the rest of the con. We just spent a few hours lounging around and fagging over comics. I know I was too tired to do anything else. Tried drawing some shit. LINES LINES LINES WHY DO I DRAW SO MANY LINES. Finally left for my bags and stuff. Met Suspi again on the shuttle to the airport.

Airport was hell, 'nuff said. I was too tired to get anything done right and ended up missing my flight BUT fortunately managed to get a seat on the next one, which was okay. Talked to a dude also heading to Sacramento at the airport. Turns out he was the guy dressed as Flycatcher in the Watchmen/Mythbusters line the night earlier who I totally fagged over because he looked exactly like the character and was super d'awwwwww. Slept on the flight. Got picked up by mom. Everything was okay. Tired as fuck, but oh god, so much fun. At least I know what to do next year, holy shit.

Oh yeah, then I realized I left my laptop in San Diego, bawwwwed for a bit, then sent a panicked phone call to the airport, blah blah blah, got my laptop a few days later, everything is good again and yeah.

Oh god, what an adventure.