Instead of climbing Mt Kilimanjaro for the fifth time, the DelinO opted to attend the biggest gathering of uber-nerds this side of a Fry's sale. Comic-Con!!! (For the fifth time)
Alas, I did not make it into the famed Hall H (since the D&D crowd tend to get there at 6am). But I did get to the Community panel, featuring a never loopier Chevy Chase.
And I sort of fell head over heels for all the Being Human cast.
I was able to continue my series of StormTroopers pix (soon to be a coffee table book).
And then there was the zombie walk, which is everything that's right and wrong about Comic-Con. Hundreds of undead revelers staggering down the Gaslight streets, looking for brains and acting lessons.
By day's end, I felt a few points hipper... until I realized I spent $200 on Star Wars and Avengers chachkees. I could claim they're all for my sons, but I don't want to make Baby Jesus cry.