COMIC CON

Passes for San Diego Comic Con went on sale Saturday morning while I was at work. They were all sold out by the time I got home.

Since 2003, I've only missed it a few times. Twice because I was on tour with Cherem and last year because I'd gone to Peru and couldn't afford to take more time off work. I was actually really looking forward to going this year because last time was a lot of fun. We stayed a little ways away (in Old Town) but we didn't exhaust ourselves on the convention floor and saved enough energy to actually go out at night.

Thing is, every year that we've gone, we've waited until March to buy passes and even then we still got a Four Day (with Preview Night) pass. This year, the passes with Preview Night sold out at the 2010 show and the two times they've tried to sell passes before last Saturday, the servers have crashed and they had to shut it down after about an hour of trying. So by the time I got home from work on Saturday and looked into it, all that was left was a day pass for Thursday.

San Diego Comic Con has long since given up on being a comics show and quickly turned into a launching pad for movies, TV shows, video games and other cultural events, but it's still fun.

I'm hoping I can get a Professional Pass through City Weekly (since I've covered the event every year I've gone anyway) or through the Salt Lake City Film Festival (not really sure why they'd let us do that, but they probably will).

If only so I can make another video like these. They're fun to do.

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GOD HATES NERDS

So, everyone is familiar with the Westboro Baptist Church right? They have that website called GodHatesFags.com and do a whole bunch of picketing and protesting, mostly for foolish reasons that get them attention, publicity and donations from complete idiots. Well, guess what they're protesting this week?

San Diego Comic Con.

Why? Let's find out together, shall we?

“Are you kidding?! If these people would spend even some of the energy that they spend on these comic books, reading the Bible, well no high hopes here. They have turned comic book characters into idols, and worship them they do! Isaiah 2:8 Their land also is full of idols; they worship the work of their own hands, that which their own fingers have made: 9 And the mean man boweth down, and the great man humbleth himself: therefore forgive them not. It is time to put away the silly vanities and turn to God like you mean it. The destruction of this nation is imminent – so start calling on Batman and Superman now, see if they can pull you from the mess that you have created with all your silly idolatry.”

Completely reasonable, I guess. The protest is scheduled for Thursday for a whopping 45 minutes.

I'd probably watch it. Too bad I'm not going.

P.S. I stole that picture from a site called Nerd Bastards! Sadly, I lack the basic photoshop skills to do it myself.

DAMN.

As it gets closer, I'm getting more and more bummed that I'm not going to San Diego for Comic Con this year. It's always a good time, but this year everyone had other things they wanted to do and no one really had the money to spend. That, and 4-day passes sold out months ago, far before any of us had a chance to get them.

Oh well, Peru was a great time and I've hopefully got a couple more trips coming before the end of the year. Still though, I could use a trip to the nice weather of Southern California and San Diego.

Plus, it's always fun to nerd out for a few days. And I always come back with some awesome material for videos. Like the ones below. Check them out. It'll shorten your work day by about 20 minutes. And everyone wants to shave a few minutes off their work schedule, right?

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EXODUS

AV Club -- San Diego simply may not be large enough to hold all the Twihards and Iron Man fans out there. Comic-Con, the massive convention for all geek-friendly media, may be leaving its home base come 2012, when its contract with the San Diego Convention Center expires.


According to The New York Times ArtsBeat, Comic-Con organizers are looking to Anaheim as a potential new host, given its proximity to Hollywood and larger facilities that can accommodate some 126,000 attendees. In response, tourism officials in San Diego are launching a campaign to remind Comic-Con how much the city appreciates hosting the convention. San Diego hotels are increasing the number of rooms reserved for the convention and offering the organizers ample more meeting space, free of charge. The Comic-Con board is expected to respond to the bids from the cities of Anaheim and San Diego within the coming weeks.


Comic-Con not only brings plenty of revenue for local businesses, but has also evolved into a requisite stop for film and television studios that hope to foster a loyal fan base for their fantasy and sci-fi related projects.

Be a real bummer if this went down. I love San Diego. I do not love Anaheim. Of course, Comic Con in Anaheim would open the door for a day at Disneyland when the convention gets too crowded.

Right now you're probably thinking, "What are you, nuts? You're going to skip a crowded day at a convention center for an arguably more crowded day at Disneyland?"

You're god damn right I am. I love Disneyland.

COMIC CON VIDEO

I'm no Marty Scorsese, but I pretend...

COMIC CON - DAY FOUR - MASQUERADE BALL

I saved the best for last. Well, maybe “best” isn’t quite the right word to use.

Any time the subject of a comic or sci-fi convention comes up—especially when talking to someone that’s never been to one—inevitably (and excusably, because people seem to think that anything they’ve ever seen on Entourage is a completely accurate depiction of real life) the first image that pops into their heads is thousands of nerds dressed up like Batman. And that’s only partially true.

While the ratio of costumed people : everyday clothes is fairly low, the ones that are dressed up are easy to spot—even in a sea of 115,000 other people. Some get really creative, some get really obscure and some dress purely for shock value–which usually become the most memorable costumes.

I’ll tell you a little secret: If you’re an attractive woman—scratch that, if you’re a halfway decent looking woman—and you want to be treated like a celebrity for a day, dress up and go to a convention. It doesn’t matter who or what you dress up as, so long as you’re wearing some sort of costume. You can pick a well-known character like Wonder Woman, or you can make up your own half-assed attempt. As long as you show a little cleavage and don’t mind 45-year-old men following and staring at you , you’ll be a hit. Camera flashes will be going off every 30 seconds, and you’ll be asked to pose for pictures all day long. If you want, you can wear the same thing for the whole convention and be famous all weekend. But be aware that there will always be a trashier version of the costume you’re wearing waiting in the next aisle to steal your spotlight. Prepare accordingly.

Some people take a lot of time preparing, while others look like they threw something together that morning. Both ends of that spectrum are equally fascinating.

Besides splitting time between the costumes, the weird booths, fallen idols and pseudo-celebrities, I did manage to catch a few panels. Iron Man 2 looks spectacular, and Robert Downey Jr. knows how to work a room. Kevin Smith said Bruce Willis misinterpreted his invitation, and thought Smith was attending something called “Commie-Con” and declined to attend something so un-American. Marvel announced that they finally acquired the rights to a character named Marvel Man (once called Miracle Man) that’s been in legal limbo for decades. People claimed Twilight fans ruined the convention (they had home-made signs and everything!), and Twilight fans were mad that there wasn’t a bigger presence. Geoff Johns is back writing Flash at DC and since I no longer have a beard I wasn’t mistaken for Ben Foster a single time this year.

Until next year, San Diego…

COMIC CON - PICS

COMIC CON - DAY THREE - WEIRD SHIT EVERYWHERE

The floor of ComicCon is literally packed from wall to wall. I couldn’t even give a rough estimate of how many exhibitors are in the place, but it’s a lot. Pretty much anyone can get a booth or a table to peddle just about anything, provided they fill out the paperwork and brave the two-year waiting list. Some people do this, and they bring with them the most random things that people end up loving.

One small booth that I saw a few years back, but hadn’t been able to find again until this year, was the Asylum Press booth. One of the company’s specialties is a magazine called Girls with Corpses. And yes, it’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s filled with pictures of girls and dead bodies. Some of the models were mildly attractive, and because they were posing next to dead bodies that probably helped up their overall status. But at the same time, they were posing next to rotting corpses trying to look sexy, so that dropped them right back down. There were people there every time I walked by—some appalled, some intrigued and a few women wondering how they could apply to be models. There were also multiple back issues, which means the magazine sells well enough to warrant a new one every so often. What kind of world do we live in when quality magazines are on the chopping block, but Girls With Corpses is rolling along unaffected?

While looking for relatively quiet place to rest , I found an escalator that led to a weird half-level that not only had booths and entire rooms set aside for Japanese card games (i..e. Pokemon and what not) and obscure video games, but also a booth for being fitted for (and ordering) chainmail, and some truly jaw-dropping live action role-playing going on just outside (jaw-dropping because I’d only heard about it and never actually seen it, not because I was amazed at the talent that it took, which didn’t look like much at all). The San Diego Film Festival had a booth also, but it was sandwiched between another medieval recreation society and The Dented Helmet.com. The Dented Helmet is the definitive Boba Fett costume resource—because apparently there are many different occasions for such a thing, and like any good outfit, you shouldn’t wear the same one twice.

There were more booths that I just didn’t have time to explore, but one of them had a table offering autographs from Extreme Karate (I think MMA is the proper term, but let’s call it what it really is) fighter Cung Le and Sober House "contestant" Amber Smith. Anything goes at ComicCon and everything has an audience—even if it is only five people.

COMIC CON - DAY TWO - FALLING STARS

ComicCon has become the go-to place for movie and TV studios to pimp its upcoming stuff, show off new footage and to try and build as much of a grassroots fanbase as possible. That means that big name directors and popular stars may take their chances roaming the halls much to the delight of those that recognize them.

That’s what makes the autograph area of the show so damn depressing.

Normally I avoid that part of the con as much as possible, but yesterday I wandered through it on accident and was oddly fascinated by the people sitting behind the tables. There was one woman ready to pose for pictures with fans beneath a banner that read “The Most Talked About Model in the World!” But before that moment, I had never heard of her and now, hours after leaving, I can’t remember her name for the life of me. That might explain why she was sitting all alone without a single person in line—apparently no one else was talking about her either.

On the other side of the dividing curtain, The Honky Tonk Man, Virgil, The Million Dollar Man and one of the Bushwhackers (I’m not sure which one but I doubt it would make much of a difference) stood in front of the table signing autographs and posing for pictures with fans—all charging a fee of course. There were only a handful of people willing to pay, and I’m convinced it they were only doing so out of guilt. They feel bad that their childhood heroes have been relegated to charging $10 a pop to help pay the bills while still convinced (only in their minds, of course) they’re as big of a star today that they were in the early 90’s. It’s got to be hard to see your stardom fade away right in front of you like that.

The actual sales floor is full of the same kinds of “celebrities,” only the ones downstairs aren’t as far removed from the spotlight and are still a few years away from the autograph area where they have to realize that it’s finally over.
Lou Ferrigno still knows how to work the fans and while you still have to pay to take a picture with him, at least you wouldn’t have to explain to people who he is. The rest of the floor is littered with models and Playmates from 10 years ago, another day past their prime but still saddled with those 8x10 glossies they printed up in 2005. One playmate—who’s in the same spot every year, tucked between an overpriced anime dealer and a booth selling vintage G.I. Joe action figures—still manages to charge $30 for a photo with her and an autographed picture—and people are still paying.

But I can’t decide which is sadder, the fact that she’s selling the same pictures year in and year out and looks completely miserable the entire weekend or that I remember exactly where she is every year and recognize all the photos she has.

Probably the latter, because at the end of the day she’ll leave the Con a few hundred bucks richer and I’ll ride the trolley back to my hotel in Old Town trying to figure out clever things to write about her on the internet.

You’ve won this round, Miss November.

SAN DIEGO COMIC CON - DAY 1

Oh San Diego, how I love you.

Don’t get me wrong, Salt Lake is where my heart is, but every day my planned 2014 exodus to Southern California gets closer and closer. Until that day comes however, I’ll settle for an annual trip down here for the biggest nerd paradise in existence—San Diego Comic Con.

Five years ago—when I made my first Comic Con excursion—Preview Night was the best part of the weekend. It was quiet, relatively empty and exclusive to four-day pass holders—a nice little bonus for shelling out the $60 early. Sure, there were people here, but you had room to breathe, space to walk around in and plenty of time to catch all the good Con exclusives (whatever those might be) without fighting anyone.
Not anymore.

With four-day passes having sold out months beforehand, Preview Night is just like any other day—packed. By the time I finally got to the main floor at six PM (having been herded up the escalator, around the entire upper level and back down another escalator directly across from where I began), I was already worn out. I definitely was not ready for the line of people clamoring around the Warner Bros. booth for an exclusive Harry Potter bag or the hundreds of screaming tweens huddled around the Twilight booth for an eight second clip of New Moon.

Once I finally made it out of the “Hollywood Con” area that covers the entire middle of the floor and into the less crowded outskirts—where the small press booths and starving artists set up—the night got much better. Most people were too preoccupied and overwhelmed to notice anything truly good. Peter David (who wrote a legendary 10+ year run on The Incredible Hulk) was just wandering around and Brian Wood (writer of the excellent Northlanders and an accomplished artist) was selling freshly silk-screened prints and chatting up anyone that stopped by.

As crowded as it is already, Preview Night is relatively tame (and short) compared to the rest of the weekend when the costumes and the crazies start showing up. But rest assured they will be here—and that’s when the real fun starts.

*These are being written for the City Weekly blog. I'll have a new one up every day (if everything goes according to plan).