Comic-Con Recap
Friday: Left L.A. about 10AM. More traffic than anticipated. I had really wanted to attend a 2PM Pixar panel on The Incredibles, but the traffic gods did not cooperate. In fact, they must've been peeved about something because Teaa & I almost got creamed by a lady that swerved into our lane at 80mph. On top of that, the hotel room wasn't ready when we ("we" including Amy, Clark, Michael, Teaa & me) got there. Anyway, this all added up to one cranky Scott, lemme tell you. We went off to the convention to pick up our badges (turns out we did need stinkin' badges) and wander around for a while. When we got back, we found out that we'd been moved to a cool corner suite (see pzonivy's journal for more info). As Teaa & I were lying on the pull-out bed in the living room, I looked up and noticed that the ceiling was shaped like the Superman symbol. Neat. We cuddled & stuff for a while and I magically shed my crankiness. Funny how that happens. Later, we went out to the grocery store for munchies. Teaa debated on whether to get the cheap lunch meat turkey or the fancy deli-sliced kind. Me, being the magnanimous and generous guy that I am, assured her that we were on vacation and she should go for the "good turkey." Nothing's too good for my baby! We returned to the hotel and Michael went back out to pick up something else. The rest of us were sitting around talking when we started hearing a series of booming noises outside. We opened the curtains and were met with a full-scale fireworks show going off over the bay. It was one of the best I've seen (although it misses something without the blaring Sousa music). Michael got back to the room just after the last one exploded in the sky. (It was to be Michael's curse for the weekend, as it happened again the following night.) We turned in for the night, but it was tough sleeping because the pull-out mattress was completely encased in plastic wrap, thereby causing a chorus of crinkling at the slightest move.
Saturday: Dress-up day for the gang -- sans me. They tried to convince me to dress up as Joel from MST3K, but a) I didn't want to carry a Tom Servo replica around all day, and b) I looked positively portly in the bright orange jumpsuit (besides the fact that I'm more of a winter than an autumn). So I left the gang to suit up while I went to the Star Wars panel. Wish they had showed more complete footage, but it was still cool to be there for the announcement of the new title (Revenge of the Sith, for those living under a rock). After I got out of the panel, I met up with everybody and they all looked great: Michael as Riddler, Amy as Poison Ivy, Teaa as Supergirl (yum), and Clark as Beetlejuice. Like they warned me, they got stopped every 10-15 ft. for pictures, so I would wander off into the background so as not to spoil the fanpeople's frames ("Who's that guy fondling Supergirl?"). After a short while, I parted ways again and went to a panel that had footage of Trey Parker & Matt Stone's new movie, Team America (a very funny Thunderbirds take-off), and also footage from Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow(severe geek-gasms). Later, we went back to the hotel and got dressed up for X-Sanguin, a vampire goth party held near the Convention Center. The invite was a temporary tattoo that you were supposed to stick somewhere on your person. Of course, silly me, I didn't read the instructions, so I promptly stuck it onto the plastic covering it. WAH-wah! After some well-deserved ribbing from Teaa, I slipped the tattoo into my pocket to flash at the bouncer when we arrived. The party itself wasn't that exciting, but there were some hot people dressed in tight black clothes and fangs, so how bad could it have been? We finally left there and came back to the hotel -- where I was really happy to take out my black scleral contacts -- and relaxed for the rest of the night. The pull-out bed had been de-shrinkwrapped during the day by the maids, so it was a much more pleasant night's sleep.
Sunday: Got up late and milled around the exhibitors floor for awhile. Later, Teaa & I were sitting on the floor outside the hall when a guy walked up and said, "Hey, Batman, can I get a picture?" I looked around behind me for someone dressed as the Dark Knight, but didn't see anyone. Then I realized he was talking about me...in my fanboy Batman t-shirt. The very same Batman t-shirt that at least 15% of the guys in the Convention Center were currently wearing. Ooo-kaaay. I humored him by standing up and affecting my most brooding Bat-expression. He snapped the pic, happily thanked me, and wandered off. Teaa & I looked at each other and started laughing. It was moments like that that made the whole weekend worth it. (Well, that and all the sex...) Anyway, we decided that we'd seen everything at that point and chose to head back to L.A. in order to feed the cats I was house-sitting for and to watch "Six Feet Under." We got back and relaxed for the rest of the night. Overall, it was a very fun weekend. We'll have to do it again next year!
This week is all about packing up Teaa's apartment and somehow squeezing it into mine. Wish us luck.
Saturday: Dress-up day for the gang -- sans me. They tried to convince me to dress up as Joel from MST3K, but a) I didn't want to carry a Tom Servo replica around all day, and b) I looked positively portly in the bright orange jumpsuit (besides the fact that I'm more of a winter than an autumn). So I left the gang to suit up while I went to the Star Wars panel. Wish they had showed more complete footage, but it was still cool to be there for the announcement of the new title (Revenge of the Sith, for those living under a rock). After I got out of the panel, I met up with everybody and they all looked great: Michael as Riddler, Amy as Poison Ivy, Teaa as Supergirl (yum), and Clark as Beetlejuice. Like they warned me, they got stopped every 10-15 ft. for pictures, so I would wander off into the background so as not to spoil the fanpeople's frames ("Who's that guy fondling Supergirl?"). After a short while, I parted ways again and went to a panel that had footage of Trey Parker & Matt Stone's new movie, Team America (a very funny Thunderbirds take-off), and also footage from Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow(severe geek-gasms). Later, we went back to the hotel and got dressed up for X-Sanguin, a vampire goth party held near the Convention Center. The invite was a temporary tattoo that you were supposed to stick somewhere on your person. Of course, silly me, I didn't read the instructions, so I promptly stuck it onto the plastic covering it. WAH-wah! After some well-deserved ribbing from Teaa, I slipped the tattoo into my pocket to flash at the bouncer when we arrived. The party itself wasn't that exciting, but there were some hot people dressed in tight black clothes and fangs, so how bad could it have been? We finally left there and came back to the hotel -- where I was really happy to take out my black scleral contacts -- and relaxed for the rest of the night. The pull-out bed had been de-shrinkwrapped during the day by the maids, so it was a much more pleasant night's sleep.
Sunday: Got up late and milled around the exhibitors floor for awhile. Later, Teaa & I were sitting on the floor outside the hall when a guy walked up and said, "Hey, Batman, can I get a picture?" I looked around behind me for someone dressed as the Dark Knight, but didn't see anyone. Then I realized he was talking about me...in my fanboy Batman t-shirt. The very same Batman t-shirt that at least 15% of the guys in the Convention Center were currently wearing. Ooo-kaaay. I humored him by standing up and affecting my most brooding Bat-expression. He snapped the pic, happily thanked me, and wandered off. Teaa & I looked at each other and started laughing. It was moments like that that made the whole weekend worth it. (Well, that and all the sex...) Anyway, we decided that we'd seen everything at that point and chose to head back to L.A. in order to feed the cats I was house-sitting for and to watch "Six Feet Under." We got back and relaxed for the rest of the night. Overall, it was a very fun weekend. We'll have to do it again next year!
This week is all about packing up Teaa's apartment and somehow squeezing it into mine. Wish us luck.