Preview night sold out.
Thor and Edna Mode already quoted.
Did I mention that my first Comic-Con was in 1978?
I’ve done two art shows at Comic-Con. The staff is fantastic. However I’ve experienced sufficient autism-related anxiety at art shows that I will need something added to the process before I register for another show. Maybe Cannabis oil. Some in the autism mailing lists I follow have reported good results.
Boeing and SpaceX race to Mars. Spectacular development. Perhaps I will wear my SpaceX Dragon T-shirt to Comic-Con, if I get tickets. My father worked with Boeing, but I think he would be on the SpaceX team as well.
Got the shirt from my visit to Kennedy Space Center last week. Spent most of the time at the spectacularly-engineered playground equipment with savant-ish autistic grandson.
If you visit the KSC, be aware that perimeter defense is manned by alligators.
Saturday sold out.
Had I attended Comic-Con last year I could have gotten tickets in the early registration, but savantish-autistic grandson-sitting is a full-time and unpredictable job, currently carrying a higher priority.
This is the time of year I usually plan for the new year. Some people make New Year’s resolutions on the way to the New Year’s Eve party and then abandon them two weeks later. I usually try out the resolution in December, to see if it’s maintainable with the life I’m living at that time. So yes, I beta test my resolutions. Last year it was to get an executive functioning assistant. Let’s say I learned a lot from that one, and I can apply what I learn in 2018.
The test during this time in the Comic-Con waiting room develops the thousand-words resolution I’ve done for years, except in 2018 I would be writing in public.
At its very base, writing 1000 words, any words, exercises the verbal center of my brain. With my kind of autistic, language is my second language. So even though I was an English major, if I don’t exercise the verbal center, words fade.
So does WordPress keep a running word count? Checking…Will install when I am not glued to the Comic-Con page.
Comic-Con memories: Getting a Croods signed poster from Chris Sanders. Helping to run a booth. Getting CURSED PIRATE GIRL. Seeing my daughter’s expression change when I explained to her that she just got an autograph from Yoshitaka Amano, and yes, she is familiar with Yoshitaka Amano’s work.
You may wonder why I haven’t gotten a professional membership to Comic-Con. So do I. Perhaps if I write these words every day on this blog during 2018, we will both discover why.
Thursday’s running low. You know, I tell myself, I could easily pull some strings with old acquaintances and get a badge. Yet I’m sitting here, watching Thursday badges sell out. Reminding self to write about that.
The truth is, I will actually be glad when Sunday badges sell out. This is because executive functioning issues and anxiety currently make large events excruciating. If I actually wrote about that on WordPress, would it make a difference? Public posting and cannabis oil are sounding more attractive.
The Comic-Con green room done as Ten Forward. My daughter tripping over a curb when her very favorite voice actor walked by. Playing Pokemon Go behind the convention center, with about fifty other Comic-Con attendees. Learning to draw in an Alan Lee presentation. Comic Book Law School. Dreamworks Dragons.
That first Comic-Con, it was sitting in a room with about fifty other people watching Stan Lee draw his new character, Iron Man. You don’t draw Iron man artsy, with bubbles around his head. You draw him with dramatic lines.
All Comic-Con tickets are sold out. Phew. That’s a relief.