Nerding Out, A Photo Essay

The Great Annual Nerd Trek (aka Comic Con) brought many great fun and exciting adventures as it always does.  There's nothing like being amongst my brethren in gorgeous San Diego.  I wish I could share them all with you, but that would make for a long post.  And really, you guys don't want to read about 4 days worth of geeky pop culture goodness.  But I did have my camera phone at the ready to document some of it for you.

Here's the thing you need to know about the San Diego Comic Con:  It's crowded.  Like 126,000 people crammed into one building kind of crowded.  The walkways of the main floor are clogged with two kinds of people--those who are in costume and those who block up the passageways in order to take pictures of those in costume.  This causes the gridlock that can make walking the floor an exhausting experience.

Never wanting to contribute to the problem, I take my pictures on the fly.  So here's a small sampling of what I saw walking around the world's biggest pop culture convention while trying not to cause gridlock, along with some of my Tweets from the event:

I don't care if they were dressed provocatively, the group of goth clown girls were scary.

Oh THERE'S Waldo!

Girl dressed as Picachu your costume is downright adorable.

Overheard: "I got you a shirt, you won't let me get a sword?"  
 

Uh oh, Batman's in the bar.

Bite his shiny metal ass.

 The car from The Green Hornet

From the bar inside Flynn's Arcade

Storm Troopers ready to throw down.

Yes, this was as freaky as it looks.

Yes, this was as freaky as it looks.

WHAT TIME IS IT??

Don't know what Jack could have done to piss her off so much.

The Pope of Comic Con offer blessings of nerdy peace.

To the guy dressed as Birdman: I applaud your bravery for wearing such a revealing costume without having much to reveal.

 

It took until day 3 to see my first Na'vi.

 

If that wasn't Jamie from Mythbusters who just walked by me, that was a damn good costume.

2 hours on the Con floor is not easy on the body, mind or wallet.

For the record, I was not a part of the "stabbing" at Comic Con. I'm a passive geek.

Overheard going up the elevator: "Watch your cloak, Jasper." 

Well my fellow Con geeks, I must bid you farewell. So long and thanks for all the fish. Stay classy San Diego.


Want more of my Comic Con adventures?  Check out Culture Brats and see how I was transported to the 80s.