We’re just sitting here, for the first time in days surfing the web unimpeded by any of the following: presenting an award; people sitting around your hotel room drinking Jack Daniels; moderating a panel; racing to an editorial meeting; hooking up with a camera crew; sitting around waiting for a proof; trying to find out where some party is; having 25 text messages to answer in 5 minutes; desperately trying to find food; or the need for anything really except to drink some water and make sure the bunnies are cool.
Speaking as someone who was at the San Diego Con, we think everyone watching at home probably had a better idea of what went on than anyone who was there. Of course, sitting around at home surfing the internet is hardly as much fun as running around the San Diego Comic-con — for, make no mistake, a few unpleasant encounters, mental confusion and aching limbs aside, it IS still fun — but we won’t spend the next few days endlessly linking to con reports, because whose report you want to read really depends on who you like. Do you want to know about Bob Fingerman’s con or Comics Unlimited’s con? Or any of a thousand other people. Technorati shows over 6000 links for the words “San Diego” and Comics. Not all of them are con reports, to be sure, but there are too many for any one human who isn’t working on a thesis to read.
Anyway, we’ll soon be repairing to a nice cool Starbucks with WiFi where we can use our own laptop (we’re on a friend’s computer without any of our usual tools) and will post pictures and perhaps some closing thoughts as Con-mageddon sinks into the Sea of Collective Conscious. Remember, when people begin to understand consciousness, it FRIGHTENS THEM.