B's Secret Invasion Part VI

I can't believe it's over. What are we going to talk about now? We've all learned and grown so much over the past couple weeks.

Sunday. I don't even know what to say about Sunday. It felt more crowded than the other days. I think the reason for that is that a lot of people came to check it out just for Sunday. By that point a lot of the five-day attendees had probably bagged it, and this one-dayers came in and gawked all over the place. There was a noticeable difference in the crowd too. Sunday was the only day where I experienced shoving and elbowing and charging. And there were a lot more people there that fit the "social reject" stereotype. I'm just telling it like it is.

Didn't do much really. Just walked around taking it in for the last time. It was difficult to be enthusiastic about anything. I could have walked right past Alyssa Milano gettin' it on with Yoda on top of a pile of Amazing Spiderman #1s and I wouldn't have even cared.

I picked up a couple of prints that I'm happy with.

I also met my new love, artist Molly "please stop staring at me" Crabapple. [head's up, her website contains drawings of nakedity]. Someday I will meet her again and be able to make a better first impression. I mean, things went kind of well. She invited me to her party, but unfortunately her party was the night before.

I could have had an awesome picture of this group of Indiana Joes but of course some jerk had to walk in front of the camera.

I know you've had a lot to read, but it was all unnecessary because the entire Comic-Con experience can be summed up in this picture:

Finally it's over. See you next year. Goodbye, Giant Shroom Trip Face.

Goodbye, thousands of people crossing the street trying to not get hit by a train.

We ate at an Australian themed restaurant with some unusual seating arrangements.

No offense to any Australians that may still be reading the blog, but beets don't belong on burgers. I regret not getting the optional fried egg on my burger though.

Sunday night I did something I hadn't done since Wednesday afternoon: relaxed. Fresh air and a cool breeze trumps comic books any day.

Time to finish this up, Microsuede style.






The End.