Yes, it's that time of year again, when legions of fanboys descend upon the poor, unsuspecting town of San Diego (still stayin' classy!) for what can only be described as an orgasmic collision of all facets of pop culture, Comic-Con, the largest comic book (amongst other things) convention in America.
A few years ago Kelly Sue coined the phrase, "Nerd Prom," and there is certainly no more apt term than that. This is the event comic book geeks around the country have been waiting for with a drooling fervor akin to hysteria.
Oh, how I wish I were there. The sights, the sounds, the smells...wait, scratch that last part. Fanboy aroma is not a good reason to go. I think the convention organizers should hand out gift baskets filled with soap to all attendees. Perhaps then they would get the hint that bathing once a week, especially when you're going to be crammed into an enclosed building, albeit a nice, big one, just doesn't cut it.
But I digress.
The aforementioned Kelly Sue has set up a flickr group for convention-goers to upload photos to. It's already brimming with all manner of strange and unusual-looking folks, like Darth Vader and a clone trooper.
The various comic book news sites, Newsarama, Comic Book Resources and countless others, will be posting news all weekend, and the bloggers will surely be working overtime trying to scoop one another with the big announcements of the weekend.
Comic-Con is an insane experience, a bombardment of all your senses (except touch - the booth babes don't like it when you touch). By the time Sunday night rolls around, you feel as though you've participated in a triathlon, with aches and bruises and massive, massive hangovers. If you can keep up with it, it's an incredibly fun weekend. And if you can't, well, then you don't deserve to be called "fanboy."