To reiterate the Comic Con experience. When you’re not in line…
As for trying to see a panel featuring some cool TV show that was canceled 10 years ago, expect a line like this.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, the line continued a bit further…
Seriously, Firefly has been off the air for years, yet Bill, Ted, and Brian and I spent twenty minutes wandering the convention grounds on a mission to find the elusive “End of Line”.
Hopes were instantly dashed when it struck us that THIS was the end of the line.
An hour later, we get all the way back up to the convention center, only to queue up in the Disney ride line from hell.
After 2 hours more of stagnant air and increasingly sweltering heat, Bill and I gave up. Thankfully someone captured the moment of our ultimate defeat.
We felt pretty bad. There were second thoughts about our resignation. We stepped inside knowing that three hours of our day were lost forever to the evils of the cattle coral that is Comic Con. We turned back to Brian momentarily, thinking “we’ve made it is far, there’s still a chance we could make it in to he Firefly session…that started 15 minutes ago.” Those thoughts were put in their place by the sight of the rest of the line.
The ocean of nerdmanity is just never ending. The fun sucky nature of too many sweaty rubber wrapped fanboys wears you down.
Although, for every Red Arrow there are 4 or 5 of these guys…
(Ok, Adventure time photo was for my friend Coral)
One benefit of not being in line for hours is that I can schedule sexy-time with R2