San Diego Comic-Con Part 1: Frake-a-licious!

Back from Comic-Con! For those of you wondering where I have been (and therefore you must be illiterate, because I explained my absence about 2 posts down. Since you're reading this, however, I must commend you on learning to read in the past week. Still doesn't explain why you didn't bother to scroll down a bit, but hey, maybe the new literacy rules have changed to "only read things written since you've learned how to read." Who am I to judge.), I just returned from a week in sunny and earthquake-prone Southern California.

My odyssey in getting out there is a story for another post, but let's just say it involved sitting on the tarmac at JFK for four hours, a canceled flight, a mini tornado, a missed day, and a cocktail napkin signed by Selina Gomez (Google it if you're older than 14). But I digress...

Once my plane unpleasantness got sorted out, I finally arrived at the San Diego Comic-Con Friday morning. The big one (a helluva lot bigger than the New York con, brilliant coverage of which can be found here). Me and over 100,000 of my closest friends, all intent on getting into the Watchmen Panel. Which I did! This is me looking rather dashing in line:And this is what it looked like once inside:
(this is only about 1/64 of the room, mind you)

Watchmen was fun, the whole cast was there, but I only focused on getting pictures of Malin Ackerman because she's hot:


After Watchmen, it was time to hit the floor! "Hit the floor" is just a figure of speech, though, considering that the sheer concentration of people at this year's Con made it impossible to make physical contact with the ground. It was more like "dive into the crowd and hope that the human current doesn't deliver you to the Manga section."
After floating past a lot of fat women convinced they could pull off a slave-Leia (a staple of Cons worldwide, and considered by many Con-goers as an occupational hazard), and Jonathan Frakes...
"What do you mean they don't want me in the new Star Trek movie?! I'm Jonathan Friggin' Frakes! I'm the only Star Trek alum to have a successful directing career! What do you mean you didn't see Clockstoppers?? It was huge in Laos! Well I guess I just have a more global perspective than you. Tell J.J. to call me, I'll be at the pay phone on 59th and Lexington at 4:00."

...I decided to board the stairway to heaven, otherwise known as the second floor of the convention center:This is the view from up there, if you can tear away from the hypnotic trance of my eyes above:

But what did I find up there? An attractive slave Leia? A Spider-Man weighing less than 300 pounds? A bottle of water for less than $6.00? Tune in next week for these and more exciting answers in part 2 of a 600 part series!

99.8% green She-Hulk commands you!