I fully meant to write another post, last week (like, last Monday) about the second half of Comic-Con, or the parts where I almost cried and yelled and threw a tantrum, and then had a pleasant 2 days…
FRIDAY WAS A TOTAL BUST. I. Was. So. Annoyed. I assumed that because SDCC happened every year, and lots of those happened before I got there, that, oh, I don’t know, there would be some kind of organization. And that, ya know, those in charge might actually know a thing or two about scheduling. Could I have been more wrong? Probably not. And I’m sure by this point, those poor people on the board have gotten an earful and a half about how stupid crappy angry frustrating the whole experience was. WHY would you take all of the most popular shows, and put them back to back in the smaller of the two large ballrooms, with the largest remaining largely empty for most of the day. I just don’t know, but I showed up at 7am to get into a 10am panel, and the line was already 6000 long. So, the BF and I decided that we would try to get in line to try to go to the signing with John Barrowman (If I haven’t mentioned this before, I am obsessed with him). We got through the line twice, but the lady in front of us got the last wristband 😦 TOTAL BUMMER. In the end, I missed Torchwood, The Walking Dead, Eureka, Warehouse 13, and True Blood, but I would have settled for Torchwood and The Walking Dead. At this point, I was furious that I paid all this money to get to see all of these awesome panels, and every single one of them slipped through my fingers. I ended up spending more money because I was mostly relegated to the vendor floor.
Saturday went better, at least. I got to see a funny panel called Quick Draw! where famous cartoonists were given prompts, and they drew their hilarious answers. The next panel was Cartoon Voices I, and I got to sit and listen to the people who gave the voices to the original Raphael and Michelangelo (TMNT), Pinky and Yacko (Animaniacs, and that guy was ALSO Michelangelo!), and many other super awesome hilarious voice people. They did an impromptu reading of Snow White & The Seven Dwarves, where Ahnold, Beavis, Butthead, and a stoner comprised some of the dwarves. It was magic. And it made me all warm and fuzzy and happy on the inside, and quite made up for the sour anger left in the pit of my stomach about Friday.
SUNDAY WAS DOCTOR WHO DAY. I still don’t have words to express how freaking elated and ecstatic and magical and wonderous I feel about that. We got up early, got in line, and were guaranteed to get in. So we ended up with Glee, Supernatural, AND DOCTOR WHO, but all was not lost! AND I got a lot done on my hat sitting outside in line for 2.5 hours. And during the 3-ish hours in Hall H before the magic started! GAH! MATT SMITH! KAREN GILLAN! DOCTOR WHO! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE.
I have been home for over a week now. And I am STILL coughing crud up out of my lungs. Oh, being around hundreds of thousands of people for 4 days straight + severe sleep deprivation and exhaustion = lousiest immune system, ever. But I believe I have reached the tail end of the gross, and I will be way more productive this week! More to come on that, later!