8am: For as long as I’m having to wait, I hope this is the breakfast burrito of champions
10am: Half the effectiveness of a costume is in how you walk when you wear it. Lord Vader looks ridiculous unless he stalks like he owns the floor
11am: My inner introvert is very glad we have booth space into which the crowd can not intrude. Comic con is packed today.
12pm: Yup. Really really glad to have the booth to shield from the crowd. Fun people watching though.
1pm: I found Waldo!
1:30pm: Cutest Dr. Who cosplay ever.
2pm: I’ve been told the fire marshal is regulating entry to the building. No one goes in until someone leaves. Line still around block.
2pm: Some of the announcements over the loud speaker must have stories to explain why they’re necessary. So glad I’m not security at this event.
2pm: Every thirty minutes the announcer is pleading with parents not to lose their children. The rest of the time is lost person announcements.
3pm: Dealers room aisle becomes impassible at 10 min past the hour. At half past it flows slowly. Clogs up again at quarter to. #ConTrafficReport
4pm: It appears that running a booth at comic con brings out my inner tweeter. I’m noisy today.
4pm: I’ve now seen two attractive red headed men who could have rocked Captain Carrot costumes. Lost opportunity.
It appears that most of my tweets were focused around the crowds. It was crazy crowded, but there was other amazing stuff too. I’ll have to write up a more considered post when I’m not quite so tired.