It is that time of year again. The time when I painstakingly go through my closet in search of the perfect outfit to wear each day to Comic Con in an attempt to appear quite cool and collected with just a bit of nerd shining through. Not in full costume, but rather a theme, if you will. Mustn’t alert them to my full nerd power at once. I would hate to blind someone.

This year we were only able to get tickets for Thursday and Sunday. We are kind of bummed but we are also grateful because a lot of people did not manage to get tickets at all.

However, that is not to say this is not going to be overwhelming.

It is.

Nor is that to say that it will not be hot or smelly.

Because it is and it will be.

And I will probably have mini-meltdowns periodically throughout the day when there is nowhere to sit and I have to ask the forty year old man to move his cape so I can squat next to him on the floor.

There will be that.

But last year I got to meet George R.R. Martin, Patrick Rothfuss, and Sean Astin (the links go to my blog posts about the encounters).

I was looking forward to stalking Patrick Rothfuss again this year, but, alas he is bringing his wee ones (I am all ready reverting to Tolkien) and has asked not to be bothered when he is with his family (which is completely understandable). Sigh. Now what? What shall I do?

Is there anything you want to see? A picture you want me to take? I will gladly oblige, if I can, between my visits with not-Superman-at-all. I will have a recap post hopefully up early next week with all the nitty gritty details.

Until then wish me luck.

And shield your eyes!