You asked for it (you know you did)...

Alright, because I teased it, I guess I'll follow up on Comic Con. I'm not really in the mood to do it, though, so bear with me.

I was actually surprised at how much fun I had. Sure, there were lots and lots of geeks, and comic books I don't care about, and TV shows represented that I never watched, but there was a giant Snakes on a Plane display! Lots of Simpsons toys! Lost action figures! Cute animal animation! Crazies in costumes! Free crap from movies and TV shows! Other things! Okay, I'm tired. Here are some photos.

I tried really hard to take a photo that would capture the overall craziness of being in the middle of all this crap, but most of my pictures came out blurry (probably because I was trying to hold the camera above my head and take a crowd shot. Most of what I saw was the back of N's shirt the whole time. Did I mention I'm short?). Here's the best of my poorly executed crowd photos. I guess you can get some idea from it.














Hey, it's Lou Ferrigno!
















N was all excited about this guy (he can chime in to tell you who it is). He was equally saddened when we spotted him a few hours later, lugging his own crates of junk out of the convention center.
















The best part of our crap hotel? This view. That's the Master and Commander ship down there (we only know that because we checked it out when our cruise stopped in San Diego a couple years ago).












Um, yeah, that's all I got.

Comic Con 2006

I don't know who you are, kid, but I know how you feel.

Real update with pictures soon!

Further brain deterioration

I took myself to Starbucks during lunch today and got an iced coffee. At the counter where you add your milk and such, I poured myself some half & half (that part went well). Then, I picked out my packet of Splenda, ripped it open, and poured it directly into the trash while tossing the packet into my drink (that part did not go so well). The good news is that there was no one around me to see it. Oh wait, that's not true at all. There was a girl right next to me, not pouring sweetener into the trash, and a guy sitting at a table next to the counter looking directly at me. Sheesh.

It's the mad cow, I tell you.