Comic-Con Day 3B: Spreading the word
August 10, 2007
After my ninja-skill display inside the convention the day before, I figured I shouldn’t press my luck on blowing past a cop directing traffic at the con. He was turning away all cars trying to go in the back entrance to the center. No one was getting in. I said my prayer and hoped for salvation; I definitely didn’t want to have to park on the other side of the tracks from where I was. All those one-way streets are maddening.
However, I said the magic words, “I’m an exhibitor, officer,” a phrase otherwise known as “Power Word: Baffle”, and boom I got in. I’m SUCH a rockstar. Er, um, wait. No, I never worked for Rockstar. That’s another blog. I did work for Take Two, and I liked it there. That’s also another blog.
I hit the parking behind the center, as hiding my bad chariot wasn’t a reasonable option. $2 in the parking meter later and I have two hours to paper the place before I get towed. Recall that towing is not in the budget. Nor is it expense-able. Most importantly, a dev team with large sticks in a gun-friendly state will not take kindly to going over budget, and I was probably still in hot water over the luxury suite I wound up getting on the first night. I had to hit paydirt.
I met up with Dan, and we walked into the parking structure where two thousand of Comic-Con’s smartest attendees had decided to park. You see, it was the shortest distance to the front door.
We started on Level 7, and we schlepped the papers in the hot sun as fast as we could. It took maybe fifteen minutes between the two of us, then we worked our way down. We nearly got the whole thing, so I ran to get my car, and brought it into the structure since they had spaces by that time of the afternoon. We wrapped up after having hit around fourteen or fifteen hundred cars. Not too shabby.
We went back inside to enjoy the coolness of the show.
By the time we got there Dan was already turning red. Maybe my nickname won’t stick for too long, because Dan just earned “Sunburn”. That’s whatcha get for being a whiteboy, Dan. Oh, and thanks for helping me with the flyers! HA!
