Nerd Prom 2004

July 31, 2004

It’s been five days since San Diego Comic Con 2004, AKA NERD PROM, and I am still fucking exhausted. Nobody told me I would acquire some kind of Nerd Mono while I was down there. Seriously, it’s fucked up. You notice how none of the folks I went down with have updated their blogs since they’ve gotten back? They’re still in recovery.

Spending five days with fat jedis is just about as frightening and fun as you’d expect. It’s not as loud and overwhelming as E3, but it was just unbearably hot and humid on the con floor. The rooms upstairs were much better, so panels were definitely the way to go. I didn’t run into quite as much nerdstink as I had expected, but there was this one guy that smelled like he wiped his ass with kim-chee and then kept it in his back pocket. Other than that, the olfactory experience was not nearly as offensive as I’d been led to believe. This could also be because I tried to avoid the jungle of the con floor as much as possible.

I’m not going to go with the full con report because… well, I wasn’t really into it from a news perspective. I actually didn’t learn about a lot of the big announcements or see a lot of the sneak stuff until I got home and read it on the internet. I know it seems like a backwards way of doing it, but trust me on this one. Most of the time it was just your basic hanging with nerd friends, getting completely bombed, crashing out on a bed and repeating the cycle through the weekend. So Dan and Megan kept me intact most of the weekend, except for that one time Megan left my drunk ass in the hotel lobby of the Hyatt. Finding the hotel room that night was one of the longest half-hours of my life. That was fucked up, Megan.

Aside from the folks I already knew, I got to meet some cool kids like Kelly Sue DeConnick and Laurenn McCubbin and see Matty Matt Fraction for our semi-annual meet and greet, as well as a bunch of other folks without webpages, and therefore not that important. One of the stranger moments of con was standing in front of Jeff Parker‘s table and having him ask me about one of the old message boards I moderated. He even came from behind his table to take a take a picture with me and KSDC and Sam Humphries, for his own records. I’m sure he’s looking at his pictures now wondering who the sweaty dude is, as we speak! Internet semi-stardom is such a bizarro thing, I swear.

One thing I realized was that I really do need to actually read some comics this year. Tilting my head sideways and looking cute and confused really only goes so far when conversation comes around.

I was able to bookend my trip with some time with Axel and Charity, deep bros from the wayback, and getting some non-nerd time in kept me regulated. On Sunday I went to a hot sauce store with Chazzer and set my tongue on fire from sampling everything, and that was way rad.

Anyway, I have a bad set of pictures up at my new and improved gallery, and Megan’s got much better ones of virtually the same events (the first few days anyway). I don’t think anyone else that I was down with has put up pics yet. Oh, and Kelly Sue is doing a pretty in depth recap right now on her site. I make a cameo appearance.

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