ComicCon: Friday

Having had no end of adventure with the trolleys, on Friday I decided to listen to the actual employee of the transit bureau who told us to ignore the orange line transfer and instead go to the 12th street station. Easy walk from there. I watched on my Garmin as our trolley went farther and farther from the convention center and realized that the transit worker was clearly a loony who delighted in sending tourists to their doom. Luckily, there are about a bazillion bike taxis in the area and I quickly grabbed a couple for both my wife and I as well as the two young guys who had innocently followed us to 12th street through no fault of their own (I must have looked like an authority figure to them).

Panel session with the man - Stan Lee.

'Nother panel session with way-cool political cartoonists. That's Mr. Fish 2nd from the left. Mike Peters (far right) was late, disorganized, hadn't gotten his cartoons to the moderator for use in the projector and clearly wasn't paying all that much attention to what was going on at the podium. But did the audience forgive him? Oh yes - his stuff was hilarious.

Having pink hair guarantees you an interview.

A fact that greatly annoyed the redheads in the crowd.

Being a red devil gets you requests for poses with the hoi polloi.

But being a red Hellboy causes even the Ghostbusters to beg for a photo op.

There were some minor inconveniences. 

People who are into comics like graphics.

And some of them REALLY like graphics.

Even though you're a super-hero, you still want to grab some quick pics. Matching red sneakers too - gotta love it.

Yep, everyone was happy and enjoying themselves.

Even those who were only part human.

A fully staffed line of tables in Artists Alley. One day I'll be joining them.

At 7 the merchandise area closes and the happy throng breaks for dinner. Or, in my case, calls it a convention and heads on home.