So here's the whirlwind trip that was Saturday, the busiest day of the Con:
It's easy to overlook among the media companies and film studios and TV networks and appearances by Hollywood stars, genuine celebrities, and Paris Hilton, that it is actually, after all, San Diego Comic-Con. So I celebrated by heading onto the floor, clutching my Hello Kitty change purse in hoof, out to pick up a backpack fulla excellent comics, both mini and maxi.
There's ever so much rich, four-colory, buttery comics goodness at the show it may be tempting to blow all your money at the first booth you see:
But hang onto some onto your hard-earned, Grit-sellin' cash, because there's always more inventory around the corner:
I think I've had dreams where I'm rolling around in piles like this. Naked.
After security has removed me from the comics' sellers section and made me put my clothes back on, I venture over to the action figure aisle, where I spot an old friend at an incredible price. I'm pretty sure Mister Grimm did not intend for his action figure to sell for that much on the after-market!
In the end I settled for buying just one action figure. Now all I need to do is figger out where to display it at home! (Also, how to get it into my luggage:)
Attending one of Comic-Con's hundreds of panels and discussions is a good way to get off your aching hooves for an hour or so. In very much enjoyed going to the Will Eisner tribute panel, with, from left to right, Michael Uslan, Paul Levitz, Carl Gropper, Denis Kitchen. Not making an appearance: Scarlett Johannson. Ah well, you can't have everything.
Despite my best intention, my little button eyes closed for a couple times during the panel. Luckily I could grab a can of invigorating, energizing, caffeine-stuffed Bluto Iced Coffee to vim and vigor myself up. Nice to se Bluto cleaning himself up and getting a real job!
Hey, look, it's Archie the Owlship! Hi, Archie! All aboard the Owlship...no smoking, please!
IT'S A VERY CUTE TRAP!:
As usual, the most fun of the Con is meeting and hanging out with new pals. Here's Black Manta, heading over to steal my tuna fish sammich lunch. Get you own, ya big meanie!
Luckily, the Alien was on hand to whip me up a delicious lunch of eggs. Hmmm, why is my tummy rumbling so much?
It's a lovely day out for everybody at the Con. Here, Henchmen Numbers 21 and 24 enjoy a peaceful Monarch-less afternoon. Say hi to Patricia Heaton and Brad Garrett, guys!
Of course little stuffed me is going to gravitate towards the other, carryable, plush guests of the Con. Here's one of the few attendees who aptly deserves the adjective "Great," Gonzo!:
And here's one of the other folks who fall in the great category: Comics Buyer's Guide's Maggie Thompson! She's delightful and seriously nice!
Here I am hangin' out with my fabulous Dino-Friends, Mister Martin and Mister Sinatra. Whatcha lookin' at, guys? Some fabulous dames?
Here's Scott Shaw! and Sergio Aragonès. The line to meet these guys was a mile long! But well worth it.
Here, Imperial stormtroopers escort away a rebel spy, to interrogate, torture, and execute him later aboard a Star Destroyer. Death to rebel scum! Also, they were collecting canned food for a food drive.
And oh yes. I met Tarot.
There's no more perfect end to a busy day than to laugh yourself silly, so I was happy to have scored tickets to the Live Rifftrax show at downtown San Diego's Balboa Theater to Rifftrax Live, featuring the Rifftrax/former-MST3K crew: Mike Nelson, Bill Corbett, and Kevin Murphy (with a speciual, t-shirt-kickin' appearance by Mike's wife and former Nuveena, Bridget Jones Nelson! The guys cracked wise through a screening of a color version of one of the worst films ever made, the infamous Plan Nine from Outer Space, delighting the audience and sending me into continued howls of laughter. In fact, I laughed so hard milk came out of my nose. And I was not drinking any milk.
That was a long day! So I'm off to bed and heading to Morpheus-land. More tomorrow, the final day of the Con! Stay tuned, Bully-boosters!