A lot of folks have been asking if I’m going to be at San Diego Comic Con this weekend. This is to let everyone know that I’m not.
Yes. I know. Everyone cool in all of god’s creation is going to be there. All the authors. All the actors. All the geeks of different creeds and nations. All the Joss Whedon.
I’ve never been to San Diego Comic Con before. This was going to be my first year, but in an act of true selfless love, I agreed to perform my friend’s marriage ceremony, and it happened to land on the same weekend.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret it. This is one of my very best friends, the guy who helped keep me sane during the two years of burning suck that was grad school. We live in different parts of the country now, but I still miss him, and if it were possible I would transplant him here in central Wisconsin. But alas, raised in the Pacific northwest, he is like a delicate hothouse orchid. One of our winters would either kill him, or throw him into some terrible psychosis.
So I’m looking forward to the wedding…. but… well…. the whole Dr. Horrible crew is going to be there. It would have been really cool if I’d managed to get to say howdy to Felicia Day in person, buy a copy of the Guild DVD, and get the cast to sign it.
Then this morning on my daily troll through the interweb, I see that just about all my favorite webcomic artists are going to be there too. I feel like the kid who forgot his permission slip. And believe me, I know what that feels like. I was always that kid.
So if you’re going, have an extra portion of geeky fun on my behalf. Tell Joss Whedon I love him, and I’ll catch y’all there next year.