Geek Gods: Baby's First Comic-Con
I've had the pleasure of visiting San Diego several times in the past four years. Two excursions to Sea World to say hi to Shamu. A day trip to Sycuan Casino to watch my mother and grandmother throw dollar bills at a couple of uncooperative slot machines. Pride weekend 2006... This year, my journey to the eighth-largest city in the U.S. brought me to the San Diego Convention Center where I lined up with geeks from across the Southwest to pay tribute and respects to superheroes, superproducers, and super shiny toys adored by all fanboys. If you don't know what Comic-Con is, then you clearly have never: a) been a follower of the Jedi philosophy. b) fantasized about sleeping with that hot Cylon chick. c) wished you were a part of the Scooby Gang. d) pretended you were a student at Hogwarts. e) blown your wad over a scaled-down replica of the Batmobile. f) worshipped the ground J.J. Abrams walks on. g) understood what it means to be a part of the Fellowship of the Ring. ...a