Word around the con was that a horrendous traffic accident (including a load of dumped hot asphalt) closed the San Diego Freeway — and therefore, the most-traveled route to the con — for much of the day. We were lucky to have driven here last night but some folks had terror tales of 6-7 hours doing an inch-a-minute down the 405. Still, from the crowded hall, you wouldn't have guessed anyone had any trouble making their way to Comic-Con International
And the hall is not only crowded; it's larger than ever before, owing to a new expansion. Just to walk from the DC display to Artists' Alley, you have to adjust your watch and bed down for the night. I'm thinking of getting one of those motorized Rascal scooters to tool around the room. The streets of San Diego are rampant with those little bicycle-driven pedal taxis to carry you from hotel to hotel. It's only a matter of time before they have them in the convention hall. ("Take me to the Dark Horse booth…and take the scenic route past Julie Strain's table…")
As for me: The book is out and, of course, we've already found one typo. I did two panels today…wonderful chats first with Bob Oksner and then with Herb Trimpe. If I weren't so tired, I'd post interesting summaries. But I'm too tired.
Lastly, I have a friend who never attends these things but always asks me, "What was the mood of the convention?" So far, I'd say the mood could be summarized by the phrase, "Can you believe how big this place is?" We'll see if it's any smaller tomorrow…