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.