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On the way to San Diego we watched an episode of Angel and I had a teeny tiny nervous breakdown.

There was a very, very weird flight attendant who looked a little like Valerie’s husband on t.v.’s Valerie.

We were at the very front of the plane, so we got to sit across from him. It was awesome because I could never look directly ahead because he would consistently try to catch my gaze. BOO!

The plane finally landed and I took this picture in the Buca di Beppo bathroom in the “gaslamp” district. I know – it’s not very original, but it did the trick for two strangers in a strange town.

James picked us up and took us to our host, Ann’s house. We did some hanging and then went straight to bed to prepare for our big, nerd day.

9:30-ish in the morning we arrived and picked up our badges.

*James and Brooke (our amazingly sweet Comic-Con benefactors) look through their shwag.

At approximately 9:45 – I lost my badge.

9:50 – James discovers Starbuck’s ass at the SciFi Channel booth.

9:55 – Lars and James find Jaba. He was just chillin.

*10:00 – Brooke and I begin our quest to get me a new badge. This seems like it would be easy, but after asking 16 different “security” donkey-fucks, who had no idea what to tell us to do, it turned into a much longer adventure. I mean, it seems only logical that more than just little ol’ me, would lose their badge at such a chaotic and busy event, right? So, one may assume they would be prepared for the question, “What do I do if I’ve lost my badge?” But, no. In the end we had to go all the way back to registration – to the “Badge Resolution” booth. (Or something like that – I’ve honestly blocked some of this out). After a hefty wait and $7, I was presented with a shiny new badge and a brief scolding to not lose it again…even though they fully admitted to most likely giving me a faulty lanyard in the first place. Whatevs.

Yes! There were THIS many people… and yes, I still enjoyed myself.

James spotted Mark Sheppard, AKA “Romo Lampkin” from BSG at the SciFi booth. When we asked if we could take his picture he sort of rolled his eyes, sighed and said, “Uhh, just take it.” He was so NICE!!!

We met the Owl ship from Watchmen.
I impersonated the Owl ship.

After a good amount of time exploring the Expo or “the floor” as we geeks like to call it, and being man-handled and bumped up against approximately 900 times – we made our way upstairs to stand in a 2 hour line to see Joss Whedon & co. at the Dr. Horrible panel.

*The dumb part is, we had been in the very front of the line. Well, James was in the very front of the line, so we thought – hey, we’ll go check out the “Gay Legion” panel while he sits here for a bit. Only, while we were enjoying our homo-awesome panel, James texted to say that they let him him already and that we should hurry back and get in line. First, we tried sneaking in – (we’re talking about ME, people – I mean, please, I had to try) BUT, we got magnificently busted by some Dirty Hairy security hack with a headset, so off to the back of the line we went. Within 5 minutes our “back of the line” turned into the dead, early middle. Nerds love their Whedon. Here is what the line looked like:

*The panel was fun, but the room was ginormous, so the whole thing felt a little surreal and weird. Joss & Co. were cute and funny, but it was kind of a dicksuck fest in the end – which has got to be a tired routine for someone like him. I mean, he is a frickin’ genius. I’m on board with that, but still, enough already. Dr. Horrible is awesome and you should download it from iTunes this instant – just don’t call up Joss Whedon and refer to his “verse” or I’ll have to put your balls in a vice. This is what the Dr. Horrible panel looked like (some pics are from the gigantic screen and one is of our “actual perspective”):

After Joss we headed to the Lynda Barry panel, which was seriously phenomenal…and kind of criminally easy to get in to.

*Lynda Barry was by far my favorite panel at “the CON.” She was funny and warm and nervous and brilliant, but more than that – she was inspiring. As James said, “she alone was worth the price of admission.”

After Lynda Barry, we went back to “the floor” to look around…and I for one got more than I bargained for. It shouldn’t surprise anyone that there are girls, women, etc.. who roll around “the Con” in teensy, weensy outfits doing all they can to entrance the nerds into photographing them. One such feeemale was in the bathroom, top down – wiping the sweat off of her fake teeters with a paper towel. I violated her privacy by taking this blurry photo. (She’s behind me in the white cheerleader skirt)

After I got to see a girl’s cans, Lars got to see Matt Groening at the FOX booth. (That’s him in the background). *This is more our style of “celebrity” photography. We’re more drive-by shooters, which is admittedly almost as lame, but at least Matt never had to say, “Uhh, just take it.”

After finding some amazing “indie” scores on the floor (*including our “igloo tornado” Hall & Oates t-shirts), we headed up to the MST3K 20th Anniversary Reunion panel. So young, so innocent. We had no idea that standing in a 3 hour line could be so dramatic.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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