I'm only hosting eight panels at Comic-Con this year — a news flash that has folks accusing me of goofing-off. They won't this weekend. Somehow, the eight wound up distributed as follows: One on Thursday, none today, three tomorrow and four on Sunday.
So today, I just had meetings and interviews 'n' such and had a little time to actually stroll the convention…as much as I could with an imperfect knee. The con didn't seem horrendously crowded either day so far and I noticed far fewer cosplayers (i.e., folks in costume) than the norm. Someone — I think it was me — suggested that maybe they're milling more outside at the unofficial street fair that had grown up around the con. Whatever the reason, you could go a whole three minutes in there today without seeing anyone dressed as Harley Quinn or Wolverine.
Not a whole lot to report. The convention center is surrounded by a small but loud band of folks with signs and, more annoyingly, electronic megaphones beseeching us to accept Jesus, repent and otherwise save our wretched lives. I wanted to look one guy in the face and say to him, "You do know that you've never converted anyone this way and you never will." But I don't think those people are out there for anyone's benefit but their own.
Okay, well now the old clock on the app is telling me it's time to be off to the awards ceremony. More later…maybe.