I’m back from the San Diego Con, with a brief sojourn up into Los Angeles for business and such.
I figure I’ll do a blow-by-blow in my column in the next CBG (about which I heard from a number of people, most of them saying the same thing: “Did it HAVE to go monthly?” Hey, wasn’t my call to make.) Overall, the con continues to be the marathon of conventions. There were exhibitors who looked like the walking wounded, and it was only Thursday.
I would say that, over the four days, I got to see maybe 50% of the dealer’s room, which is by this point easily the size of three football fields if not more. I was on several panels, and what was interesting to me was that they were not comics panels but fantasy lit panels. There’s something to be said for sharing space with the likes of Terry Brooks and Robert Jordan.
I attended, by invite, the very first screening for an audience of “Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow.” One hëll of a film, I gotta say, with Jude Law perfect as the movie serial-esque hero and Gwyneth Paltrow looking like she just stepped out of a 1930s film. I’m utterly convinced that this retro pastiche look is the way to go with the new “Superman” film. Just go ahead, make it look like a Fleischer studios cartoon. It’ll be great. High point of the film remains the attack of the giant robots, so masterfully convincing that you practically wanted to duck as they tromped through.
Attended parties thrown by both Marvel and DC, shot pool with Robert Kirkman, and pulled off a lucky trick shot that convinced everyone watching that my protests of being inept were just a cover for being a pool hustler. Accompanied a friend to an informal cocktail gathering at the Marriott where it turned out Stan Lee was, and the moment he spotted me, Stan called out, “It’s Peter David! The greatest comic book writer in the business!” whereupon everyone there suddenly wanted to get to know me.
And, yeah, in a passing remark that kind of got out of hand, I wound up getting a tat of Elfquest’s Leetah on my left arm. And let me stop discussion right now by saying that, no, as several people including my eldest daughter asked, I will NOT get my nipple pierced for another $1000 donation, or $10,000, or whatever amount. Wendy Pini, however, has volunteered to do body drawings that can then be tattooed over on anyone who wants to make a $1000 donation to the fund. My arm still stings just a bit, but it’s more like a sunburn than anything else. And I’ve pretty much got the hang of flexing my muscle so that it looks like her stomach is undulating.
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