I was wrong

NYCC was not filled with our people. There were entirely too many unhappy and rude dudes. People who push and shove and actually elbow small girls in the chest so hard that she’s still getting chest pains 3 days later. Those types of people.

First impressions? NYCC needs more signs or at least more volunteers yelling out directions. We didn’t see anyone working the Con line, so we decided to join the giant queue outside only to get the bottom of the hill and be told down there that we needed to go all the way back up the hill and inside. Grr.

One thing NYCC and SDCC have in common? Disorganization! Too many people in a small space, crammed together with no idea where to go. Sounds perfect to me.

The crazy, packed (and stinky) nature of the exhibition floor led us to spend most of our time in the Artist Alley, looking at prints. The bad thing about that is that we spent a lot of time buying prints – including two brilliant Lost prints from Brian Kong that I am in love with.

Cool things we saw: Danny McBride (although it was from the floor as he was talking to MTV), Robert Kirkman (although, like SDCC, the ticketing system for autographs completely baffles me), some t-shirts and prints, prints, prints!

We took all of 4 pictures, I think. All in all, I came back with some scratches, a bruise on my chest, a bunch of prints and an unpleasant feeling. I think I’ll stick to San Diego.

Tomorrow I’ll be posting my reaction to the first two episodes of The Walking Dead. Eeeee!

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