I have finally been to a Comic Con. My friend and fellow writer, QL Pearce, and I headed to San Diego in time to attend Preview Night on Wednesday. The road trip, as always, was fantastic, and we stopped for a late lunch at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants in Old Town for a late lunch then headed to the Horton Grand Hotel where we showered off the effects of the heat wave before taking the short walk down 5th to the Convention Center. The crowds were thick, but interesting. On the way, we saw vans plastered with religious slogans and, in front of the convention hall, protesters picketed with signs about drinking Jesus’s blood and bathing in his sins or something. The Jeebus freaks were rebuked with good humor about worshiping Thor and other gods who know how to party.
I’d been warned repeatedly that Comic…
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