Tonight is what’s called the “Preview” night at San Diego, a term that I really don’t understand. Everything is set up and ready to go; basically it’s just an additional day that starts at about 5:30. Every year I get pìššëd øff when the PA voice booms, “The dealers room will be opening momentarily,” and I shout, “No! If it were opening momentarily, it would then close up again the next moment. You mean it will be opening in a few moments.” But they never change it.
Walked around the dealers room, scored some neat items that I’m not going to write about because they’re surprises for my family. I sat at the Marvel booth for a while, signing–I swear to God–Peter David trading cards that will be given away tomorrow. Finally, I have my own trading card. All I need now is my own action figure. The Marvel booth has built a replica of Odin’s chair in the “Thor” movie. It looks freaking amazing. I have some shots of me sitting in it that I’ll post eventually.
A big hit item around the convention are Galactus hats being given out at Hasbro. Sure, they’re cardboard, but they’ll cool. Plus I find myself slipping into doing Elrod schtick from “Cerebus.” You know: “The reason ah know I’m right, son, is ah have a pointy hat! You can argue with me, but ya can’t argue with a pointy hat!”
I walk the dealer’s room until about 8 PM and then I feel my right knee starting to give out (since the surgery, something different hurts every day. Never the same thing. Today it’s the knee). I promised myself I wouldn’t push myself during the convention, and this seems the right time to stick to that. I bail, head back to the hotel, sitting in the hot tub for a while to ease the throbbing, then head back to my room and work. I have enough things in the hopper for the rest of the evenings that I can afford to take it easy tonight.
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