Comic-Con 2011 is officially over; the storm has receded and all we are left with is the high-water mark and the nagging suspicion that it was all in your head. After all, the trolley-masters of San Diego aren't REALLY fluent in klingon, are they? Scantily clad women don't ACTUALLY want to hang out with overweight, sweaty and stale jedi, do they? I have this idea that if you go around to strip clubs during comic-con you will only find their "b-list" dancers because the vendors all hired the "a-team" (sorry, Mr. T).
Did you know the damn convention center is like 5 stories tall? Well, just so you know, it is in case you ever find the need to leave the main floor. Personally, I could spend my entire time squeezing in betwixt Mario and Luigi (female versions, no less) to prime (camera) shots at a home-made Master Chief while spending some hard earned cash on %50 off trade PPB and hardback comics.
I didn't have as much time this year to meander through the panels, as I had to jam my trip into a single day. Sigh, duty calls. One nice highlight was the San Diego Public Library booth; first of all, there WAS one, and second of all I got to work it for a few hours on Friday morning. We had some nice limited-run bookmarks and buttons, both designed by people form the Library, plus we raffled off a few LIbrarian Action Figures (real shushing action!) and some nice Batgirl poster (hey, did YOU know that Barbara Gordon, a.k.a. Batgirl was a Librarian for Gotham City? Of course you did).
I looked for Spider Jerusalem, but, alas, he was nowhere to be found. I suppose clergymen everywhere breathed a sigh of relief. I was also thankful to note the Spartan's were not present this year; don't get me wrong, them's brave fellows, but methinks their swords were swinging a little too freely from their sheaths in those loincloths...it was not what was on MY agenda for comic-con last year, and was pleased to find it absent from this year's itinerary.