Maybe it’s because we skipped the busiest day to go the San Diego Zoo. Maybe it’s because we picked our battles on what we tried to do. Maybe it’s because last year we crammed the whole experience into a single day, and having three days felt like a luxury in comparison. Or the fact that the logistics of getting to and from the con were so ridiculously complicated (more about that later) that they made the convention seem relaxing.
(Skip to the photos if that’s what you want.)
Thursday was the day I spent mostly on the floor, exploring. I hit the usual haunts: DC Comics, Sideshow Collectibles, Studio Foglio. DC was really plugging their upcoming fighting game, Injustice: Gods Among Us.
At the Mimobot booth I finally bought a real Flash drive. The guy at the booth agreed that they were a long time coming.
Panels and Events
Watching DC tell me what comics are coming up is kind of boring. It’s like being walked through the monthly solicitation article. I did it twice, though, the first time because my feet were tired and the second time because I wanted to see if there might be something interesting about the Flash. Unfortunately, the first one ended up locking me out of a discussion on time travel that I really wanted to see. Lesson learned.
I was frustrated that a lot of the panels I wanted to see were late in the day, and I had to skip them because I had to get on the road. That’s not the convention’s fault, though. If I’d been staying in town, it would have been fine.
My main disappointment was that I couldn’t attend the Firefly 10th Anniversary panel. I was there when Joss Whedon screened a few scenes from the pilot episode a decade ago, and I was there for the Serenity panel in 2004 (and collected some good quotes too, though the 2005 quote-slinging was better). I really wanted to be there, but the earliest I could get in line was maybe 9:30, and I figured that wouldn’t be enough. Nathan Fillion’s comment about “broken time-rock people” kept popping into my head. As it turned out, people had been camping out—in the rain—since the night before, when I was 90 miles away from the convention center.
Outside the Con
Weather was more humid than most years, with occasional bouts of rain, no doubt related to the Pacific hurricanes going on, but not bakingly hot as it’s been some years.
- Royal India has a decent lunch buffet.
- Ralphs’ pre-made sandwich provider puts soy flour in their roast beef. (Thanks, guys.)
- It’s a Grind has sold off some of their coffee houses. New Break across from Ralph’s has some intriguing stuff on their menu, including a full breakfast menu. Katie recommends the birchermüsli.
- San Diego has a Hall of Justice. This should make Geoff Johns and other Super-Friends fans happy.
- Always plan for a long line at the train station if you’re taking Amtrak.
The waitress at Royal India asked me as I was paying the check, “What’re you here for? What’s your thing at Comic Con?” I replied, “Uh, the comics actually.” “Ah, you’re one of the rare ones!”
One of the odd things about this con was reading San Diego 2014: The Last Stand of the California Browncoats. The novella by Mira Grant fits into her Newsflesh trilogy about a world that has recovered (mostly) from a zombie apocalypse a generation earlier.
Reading about Comic-Con as a deathtrap for thousands of people was very odd after spending a day at the con. And walking around the day afterward was even stranger. I kept looking at alcoves and exits, trying to figure out where the control booth was, contemplating the webcomics pavilion…and then I found myself at the Browncoats booth. It seemed like it would be a little weird to talk to people I’d just read about dying in a zombie outbreak.
Back for a Stroll(er)
On Sunday we returned to the convention and brought our son along. In theory, Sunday is Kids’ Day, but that really only applies to kids maybe 5 and up. At 1 1/2, he’d be lucky to sit still for one 5-minute cartoon. So we took him around the floor, showed each other things we’d spotted on the earlier days, gave him a chance to look at all the people and all the stuff, and made sure to stop somewhere upstairs where he could run around and use up some energy. I think he got more out of WonderCon, because he fell asleep in his stroller. Probably just too overwhelmed.
One word of warning: People at Comic-Con, when crowd-weaving, don’t look down. So they don’t see a stroller, they see an empty space and try to walk into it. Katie figures next time we’ll tie on a helium balloon.
We wrapped up the convention with a trip to Ghirardelli (shortest line of the weekend, which was a surprise), then stopped by Heavenly Cupcake to pick up something to thank the friends and relatives who had helped us with driving, babysitting, etc. over the weekend.
Things we found in San Diego that weren’t deliberate references but had names that fit with Comic-Con thematically (now that Xavier’s is gone):
Stumbling on “Nite Owl” during the summer of Before Watchmen and “Serenity” during the 10th anniversary celebration of Firefly? Now that’s timing!
Incidentally, a few blocks past the Nite Owl is an amazing coffee place called Better Buzz. They make their signature iced drinks with a cocktail shaker. The Mint Mojito Iced Coffee was actually made with fresh muddled mint leaves. Apparently they have a branch in one of the downtown office buildings.
There and Back Again
For past cons we’ve either commuted for a single day or stayed in town for multiple days. This year we needed someone to watch J on the days we weren’t bringing him, and made arrangements with both sets of grandparents. Thursday we carpooled with a friend, and discovered that parking has become even more ridiculously expensive. Friday we took the train out and back. Saturday we drove down, which took a lot longer than it should have (confirming the superiority of not driving), and checked into a hotel, where we stayed overnight.
My plan was to aim for a hotel in Mission Valley, where we’d be near the zoo and on the convention shuttle route, but I thought I’d give the Sheraton Symphony Hall (in the northeast part of Downtown) a try. So during Hoteloween I selected it as my first choice, then ran down the list of Mission Valley hotels for the rest of them. Except that I picked the wrong Sheraton. I actually selected the Sheraton San Diego by the airport, which was pretty far out of the way for either the con or the zoo. And because no one is deliberately going after that hotel, I got it. I was annoyed for a while, but then if we hadn’t ended up there, I wouldn’t have seen this view:
Totally worth it.
See Also: Convention Photos & Write-Ups