
I’ve given up on trying to explain Comic-Con to anyone who’s never been there. Any description falls short of the experience. How do you explain 130,000+ exhausted, excited, over stimulated, fans? And the lines! Oh the lines! (I never stood in one line. Not one. Achievement unlocked.) The lines are a reminder that the word “fan” is short for “Fanatic.” This is driven home when you walk by the line to the infamous Hall H — a line that is forming for tomorrow. A line with people in sleeping bags who have committed to spending the night in the open air to unlock their own special achievement.
Me? I just want to eat a burger and go to sleep. Perhaps it’s a personal defect.
It’s definitely worth the experience, at least once I think. And if you like sketching while you’re out and about, then Comic-con is a goldmine. I took along a watercolor sketchbook and filled in my idle times with observations. Here they are in chronological order of my trip, presented without further commentary. Because commentary altogether fails the experience.
Love this so much, Brian!
Thanks!