Con is over and I haven’t posted for days. Ever since my four panel day on Thursday is just been a marathon of walking, talking, eating and  watching endless parades of people waiting in line, queuing up and questing for the magic moment. San Diego is now a video game where every level is harder than the last, and requires more endurance.

Last night  probably a few thousand people were camped out to get into Hall H, a ragtag army of sleeping bags and lawn chairs. Some had  gear, some were just sitting on a curb in their shorts and t0shirt whiling away the night talking to fellow fans. I admit it’s kind of nuts, but they all had reasons and goals.



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Many were holding spots in line, so by the morrow the line would be up to its full 6000. Still, it’s worth noting that as Hall H fills up it will be jammed with people who haven’t showered and spent the night curled up on a patch of cement.





The Saturday night of Comic-Con is always sad, the last glimpse of Brigadoon. Tomorrow, it will all be a memory. And the game will begin again.

I’ll have all my thoughts in a bit.