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San Diego Comic-Con 2008

Tonight is the first night of San Diego Comic-Con.

I say first night because it’s Preview Night and if you purchase a 4 day pass, you get to go into SDCC the day before it officially opens.

Of course, vendors have to be there really early the day before (Tuesday) to get set up and then spend most of Wednesday organizing and getting the booth ready AND THEN working until about 9:30pm with the crowds. You have no idea how tired the dealer’s room people are, kids. So if you attend Preview Night, please be kind to the exhibitors. They really had a long day. 

Anyway, since I’ve retired from that business, I’m attending SDCC for fun. I’ve actually gone since I was a teenager. SDCC was one of the perks of growing up in San Diego. I’ve been practically every year since I was 15. (Um, that’s over half my life.).

So I’m going on Thursday (for the Doctor Who panel and to see friends on a less crazy day) and Saturday (to go with my bff Nay and her husband J). Saturday tends to be the madhouse day and though I’m looking forward to seeing Stormtroopers (honestly I find them kinda attractive in a Snake-eyes mysterious way), Klingons, pirates, elves, hobbits, and all of that.

So the last half of this week is a bit mad. I’ve got class this evening and I’m driving down bright and early tomorrow. Friday, back to work and then Saturday, back to the madness.

So I am going to try to enjoy Comic-Con this weekend, see some Doctor Who producers, and get some autographs.

Maybe I’ll see Wil Wheaton again. *laugh* I have his signature twice in my sketch pad dedicated to SDCC. The pad is years old! Anyway, during one Comic-con, I confessed my tween love for him (I was in my 20′s at the time). I think he kinda gets tired of that. I said, “I used to love you when I was a teenager.” His snappy come back was, “You don’t love me now?”

I was a bit taken aback. Mostly because I didn’t love him anymore. Sadly, that went away along with a lot of my tween love. I have hope for those kids so enamored of Zac Efron. Yes, kids, the unrequited love for a tv teen heartthrob goes away. (Even if the heartthrob was only for geek-centric show like Star Trek: The Next Generation.) Of course, I’d also moved on to Mulder by then.

Anyway, I’m uber-excited. And wallowing in my geekdom. Go me.