Comic Con, where everyone is multi-nerdgasmic
Today was my third and final day at New York Comic Con, and my review is in—I loved it. I'm not overly into all the genres covered, and at times am overly against them. I hate all video games invented after Joust, I 1,000% do not get the My Little Pony phenomenon and as for comic books, I think I owned a Richie Rich. Once.
But there's something fun about seeing a city-sized group of people getting off on stuff they love and enjoying themselves to the max. It's also fun for a voyeur like me to be able to approach anyone I like with a request to let me take a photo (novel idea!), knowing that each and every time the reply will go something like, "Of course! Sure. Thanks!" followed by a provocative pose.
Putting aside the occasional scent of underarms (hey, spandex + nerds = stank), the air is mostly filled with good spirits. Nobody was bitching, pushing, getting mad when bumped into or haggling over unfair deals. One boy was romping around to bestow shirtless hugs. Granted, he seemed high, but...most were high on shared obsession.
Yesterday, along with my Walking Dead fanxtravaganza, I made it to the Teen Wolf panel with (ADORABLE!) Tyler Posey and his (ADORABLE!) showrunner, Jeff Davis. Close to 1,000 crazy fans packed a conference room as we listened to Davis diplomatically address the surprise departure of series regular Colton Haynes, who Posey identified as his best friend.