The age of epic posts is over, but the Age of Ultron is here! (I didn't even go to that panel. I went to a lot of others, though.)

I totally almost missed my flight to San Diego. I totally got Pris to sign her map in The Throne of the Crescent Moon. Carrie and I totally geeked out about Journey into Mystery. I totally told John Layman that I liked ( Read more... )

My unpreparedness last year can hardly compare to my unpreparedness this year, when I don't even have signing schedules for a lot of things! But, you know, that's how Comic-Con rolls.

( Wednesday )

It's a hodgepodge kind of day.

Caprica is in the shop. My brand-new fucking car has a leaky power steering rack that needs to be replaced. And something about a faulty O-ring, which makes me glad my car hasn't exploded. What the fuck, Mazda. At least they gave me a rental car. I'm zipping around in a Jetta ( Read more... )

Now that you've had some time to peruse my awesome pictures, let me tell you some stuff I couldn't fit into my report or post. (Except for one thing that I will copy and paste straight from the report just to see if you're paying attention.)

( Which cast member has syphilis? Who appears to be an egotistical blowhard? And what is up with the cucumber? The answers to these questions and many more lie within. )

Briefly, Gilmore Girls:

In the winter of 2001, my brother showed me a rerun of the two-part Christmas special, "Rory's Dance"/"Forgiveness and Stuff," which were so good I felt my loyalty to Buffy being compromised. It wasn't compromised enough to watch it instead of Buffy, of course, but when the WB began rerunning season one on Sundays, I caught ( Read more... )

Michael made good on his promise. The Veronica Mars premiere party was at aiglet's house, and about half the party had gone to get food from a nearby taquería. We who remained somehow figured out how to order pizza.

It was during the first commercial break of Gilmore Girls that my phone rang. I saw that it was a Private Caller and turned down the volume ( Read more... )

It was a harrowing weekend, to be sure. If you are up for it, hear my tale. Spend several thousand words for me. In fact, some of those thousands of words will be in the form of pictures. Yes, although I did not dress Blinky up, he got taken out somewhere fun. Feel free to skip the sections that don't interest you.

( Friday night hijinks )