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Where to start? At the beginning I suppose. I get a text from Avi saying that he has some extra passes for Comicon 2008, a few people have flaked and I should go. I'm really broke, but I technically don't have any plans or work for the next week, so I figure, why not? It's tuesday night and the van is leaving at 8, the text says. So i figure, why the hell not? I've never ever been to Comicon and I've heard it's a blast. So I throw some stuff into my tour duffle and off we go. Little did I know that this would be an epic adventure, with many trials along the way. The first trial of Comicon: How to fit six people and six bikes into a small Chrysler minivan. I'm known to my friends and bandmates as the "Tetris master," having learned from my truck-loading stagehand dad how to fit tons of cargo into a tiny space. I made it work. Don't ask me how, it's kind of like one of those Mary Poppins magic-bag tricks. Six bikes along with Eoin Gridrat, Liz Lemmies, Samantha Marie, Danny Admission, Avi and myself are crammed into the Chrysler. Ten hours later, we are in San Diego, having arrived at the home of our gracious and lovely hostess, Amber Glossine. For some reason she has allowed six smelly punk rockers to take over her living room for a week. We took our bikes because (according to Avi she lives two miles from the convention center and we want to save money and not have to take cabs or deal with parking. Two miles my ass! Which brings us to: The second trial of Comicon: A FIVE mile bicycle ride over some of the hilliest terrain south of San Francisco. You know those exercise bike programs where it gives you different resistance so it feels like you are going up and down hills for twenty minutes? Try that for real in eighty-five degree weather. Ouch. I had to walk up some of those hills, but we made it. We found a place to lock our bikes and sent Avi inside to get the passes. This was Wednesday, the first unofficial day of Comicon, with the only event being a preview day for the "professional" attendees. We were "professional" because we were with Silver Sprocket Bicycle Club. After we got the passes we found a nearby Ralphs supermarket and got a bite to eat. We were all doing this on a budget so we needed to save money any way possible. We needed nourishment because at 6pm we were to face our next trial: The third trial of Comicon: The mad rush for free stuff! All the major comic and motion picture companies give away free stuff to directly market to their fanbase, and it's first come first serve. According to Avi many people pay their admission for next year's Con by selling all the free stuff they get on Ebay. There is a LOT of free stuff. WB was giving away free oversize bags that were the size of a movie poster just to hold it all. Of course, on the side of this movie poster-sized bag was, you guessed it, a movie poster! Some had ads for dvds like Veronica Mars and Buffy The Vampire Slayer, others had Wonder Woman posters on them. I experienced a mad dash for bags when I was trying to get the Wonder Woman bag that made feel feel sad for the human race. I was in a line for bags that was promptly ignored by all the Fanboys clamoring for free shit. Slowly a bigger and bigger crowd gathered, outstretched arms and cries of "over here!" This quickly gave way to pushing and shoving, which turned to arguing and cries of "Hey, stop pushing! Ow! Stop!" I saw grown men pushing aside small girls to get a lousy fucking plastic Wonder Woman bag. Sad. By the time I got up to the end of the line all the bags had been taken by the greedy pushing Fanboys and the crowd was getting seriously out of control, but I couldn't go anywhere because the crowd had me trapped. The WB booth employees looked afraid for their lives, rightfully so, for it looked like they were about to be crushed by the Fanboy throngs pushing against the counter. Finally an announcement came over the PA system for the booth (yes the booth was so huge it has it's own public address system). "Thank you for your interest in Warner Brothers products, we are sorry to announce that our giveaways are over for today." Nice going greedy Fanboys, you fucked it up for everyone. Every once in a while I'm reminded of my hatred for the human race in general. I finally broke free of the whining Fanboy crowd and went to find my friends and further explore the exhibit hall floor. The exhibit hall floor is amazing. Here are a few things you can see there: A giant Castle Greyskull playset . A full size Jabba the Hutt statue. Actual size Transformer hand. Full size Lego sculptures of Batman and Indiana Jones. Actual size evil Iron Man suit from the movie. Actual size, fully detailed interior hover ship from the Watchmen movie. Nerd Herd car. Tons of costumed.....whatever. It's truly amazing, and the Con (as it is affectionatley referred to) hasn't even started yet. I'm about to leave for more adventures right now for the first official day of Comicon 2008. Who konws what trials await? This is Mickie Rat, signing off, saying as I feel I should, "EXCELSIOR!" Stay tuned dear readers, for more adventures await! Labels: Secretions [1 Comments] |
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7/11/2008: Not dead Don't worry, we aren't dead.Just naked.  And working very hard on great things. Involving marsupials. Trust us on this one, come back in a bit. Labels: Wednesday [2 Comments] |
7/05/2008: you never herd of the aluminum falcon? Eoin, Vince and Danny are going on a bike-ride from Sacramento to San Francisco. Give them your floor to sleep on.Eoin says: [0 Comments] |
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