Fortunately, we had plenty of bubblegum.
Not a whole lot of news to report on my trip to San Diego Comic Con this year.
Brought three writing samples and didn’t pass out nary a one, to my detriment. My friends and I had a late start and I narrowly missed connecting with the IDW editor I had acquainted myself with at WHC. I’m terrible at just cold-approaching people for the most part, something I’m working at getting over.
Most of the day was spent traversing the huge exhibit hall and shopping for presents for my kids. Wound up with one of those plushie Wonder Womans for my middle daughter and a Poison Ivy t-shirt for the eldest (she likes Poison Ivy because she’s into gardening).
Open your miiinnnnd, Mr. Carter
My favorite costume of the con.
Of note, there was a seriously intense pair of sprawling action figure dioramas at the Hasbro booh I had to stop and take a few appreciative pics of.
Snake Eyes and Jinx battle ninjas.
Yes – that is a flying guillotine.
I did manage to connect with author and friend Alice Henderson. We had a decent dinner, marred by an unseasonal chill and obnoxious fellow diners (sorry, Alice – you pick next time). We adjourned to the Hilton later and had drinks and talked with Warhammer authors Nathan Long and Mike Lee, as well as Chelsea Monroe-Cassel and Sariann Lehrer, the culinary experts behind the A Feast of Ice And Fire: The Official Game Of Thrones Companion Cookbook. Nice group of folks. A good time was had I think by all.
2AM on the streets of San Diego. Moments later I saw the Doctor.
Two AM rolled around and we took a pair of pedicabs back to the garage. I’ve never taken one of these things before, being content to walk usually, but given the lateness of the hour and the cuteness of the driver, I agreed. It turned out she was ashmatic, so my guilt was compounded, but we happened to pass another pedicab going the other way and saw the Doctor himself, Matt Smith, yucking it up in the back with a lady friend.So I guess it was worth her suffering?
Our much put-upon pedicab driver….I don’t know if we even tipped her, assholes that we are.
Next year, plotting a three day weekend to really take more advantage of things professionally.
Hasta pronto.
Delirium Tremens 