Comic-Con was great fun and I'll tell you why over the next few days. You didn't get as many posts during it as I might have liked because in addition to my hotel room having no place in the shower to put my Dial soap and hair stuff, the guy who picked the chair at the desk was apparently about seven feet tall. That's about how tall you'd have to be to work comfortably on a laptop at the work desk. I, being a lowly 6'3", had a little trouble. Otherwise though, it was a peachy room.
And a peachy convention. It seemed less crowded than recent cons here, a fact many attributed to the new RFID badges (embedded with a chip to verify their authenticity) largely eliminating the counterfeiting of badges. It may also have had something to do with more and more big events moved to offsite locations.
Or maybe some of us just have learned to steer clear of the more crowded aisles in that hall. Also possible. My new right knee served me well, though. Walking was much easier than last year with the old, original equipment. I never even took my emergency pain killers.
I also didn't post a lot because so much of my con was déjà vu, doing things I've done and written about in past years. In the next few days though, I'll tell you about, for example, the joy of interviewing Golden Age comic book artist (an endangered species) Allen Bellman and about surprising my partner n' best buddy Sergio Aragonés with a big award. Stuff like that will be coming your way after I'm unpacked and decompressed. Later.