There's a lot to love about a gathering of like-minded geeks and talented artists in one space. I always somehow talked myself into going year after year because I knew I would see friends there that I almost never see otherwise. Comic-Con, for me, was a big reunion, and for that, it was worth the crowds, the smells, the angry pen-wielding Harry Potter fans, and spending a year's vacation budget on a hotel room only to sleep on the floor.
This year, it just got too big, and all of those people I went every year to see decided not to go. So this was the year that I stayed home too. Especially after the extreme drama of last year's event, I'm relieved to be at home and in my normal routine.
But, in the spirit of Comic-Con, here are some of my sketchbook entries from last year's tumultuous SDCC weekend. :-)
|Jill Thompson, painting at the Trickster Symposium.|
|One of our Comic-Con rituals is going to Dick's Last Resort|
and having Blue Monday margaritas.
|"Did you just say 'beige'?"|
|We were going around the table trying to list as many superhero villains|
as we could remember. Also, there was a guy dressed as a Viking at the
next table over.
|There was also some drama. Damn drama.|