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Saturday, August 4, 2012

How to Thrive at Comic-Con...

...or, Lessons Learned in 2012

This year was my second trip to San Diego for Comic-Con after a five-year absence.  I thought I knew exactly what I needed to do to accomplish exactly what I wanted to accomplish.  But, guess what?  I didn't.  The reason is not that anything major had changed.  And it wasn't because the convention had significantly grown; attendance was 125,000 in 2007 and 130,000 in 2012.  I think it was because many people had been before and were more savvy about how to navigate the ins and outs.

Taking both years into account, as well as some valuable lessons learned this time around, I'd like to share with you not only how to survive at Comic-Con, but also how to thrive.  Continue reading and you will be able to begin planning a successful trip for next year.  Follow these ten steps and you'll be a pro, whether you've attended in the past or not.

1.  Condition yourself.

Comic-con is physically exhausting.  You'll fare better if you build your stamina ahead of time.  I'm not kidding; it's the perfect opportunity to lose a few pounds while you train for the experience.  If you can't be on your feet for at least four hours without aching, you're going to suffer in San Diego.

Start early and take baby steps.  I'd even recommend going to a smaller, local convention and walking the floor to get the feel of it.  Keep in mind that the biggest crowd you face at one of these is a drop in the bucket compared to what you'll face at Comic-Con.


2.  Be prepared.

You've got to think of your physical survival.  Although there are food stands in the convention center, count on not having easy access to food or drink during the times you're there.  Take snacks and a large bottle of water with you.  Warning:  the more you drink, the more you're going to have to go to the bathroom, and that may also be inconvenient.

Bring a small folding chair or stool to use when you're standing in line.  Unless you're actually in the exhibit hall, there's room to spread out and make yourself comfortable while waiting to gain access to a panel or screening.  Chances are you'll be outside some of the time.  Bring a hat and sunscreen.

What kind of bag do you need to carry all of your survival tools?  I thought this year I'd use a messenger bag so that I could gain easy access on very short notice.  But at the end of each day, my shoulder was killing me.  A backpack would have been better.  There are plenty of bags given away at booths to use for quick storage of things you collect on the floor.

Cameras are a must.  Unless you have a tested and true phone, I wouldn't rely on it for the best pictures.  Be sure to pack chargers and extra batteries.  You'll definitely want to recharge everything overnight, but you may also need a quick jolt during the day and outlets are not that hard to find.

3.  Set priorities.
It is physically impossible to do everything you want to do at Comic-Con.  You may not believe me, but what are you going to do when panels for two of your favorite TV shows happen at the exact same time in two different rooms?  You can't be in two places at once, so you have to decide what is more important to you.

And what would you rather take from your Comic-Con experiences: pictures, autographs or just bragging rights that you were in the same room with your favorite movie star?

If it's pictures, you have to be really close to the stage in the panels, which means standing in line incredibly early, if not overnight.  Otherwise, you'll be taking pictures of the screens broadcasting the panels to the back rows.  Try circling the booths on the exhibit floor during autograph signings.  They're usually an hour long and swarming with people at the beginning.  While security will keep you moving, you can usually snap some good ones later in the hour.

If it's autographs, you'll probably need a ticket ahead of time. Very few studios host signings for walk-ups. I wrote an entire article on Downright Creepy about obtaining autographs, but the tip here is to find out ahead of time what is required. Then, check and double-check to see if the qualifications change. Allow at least an hour standing in line, even if you have a ticket. And remember that's an hour you will have to sacrifice attending a panel or doing something else.

If you want only the thrill of being able to say you were in the same room with Robert Downey, Jr., even if it's the 6,500-seat Hall H, you're going to have to stand in line anywhere from one to four hours… at least.  If you don't care where you're sitting, you won't have to wait as long.  But any time you wait will be time sacrificed elsewhere.  I hope you understand now how it's impossible to do everything you want to do.  You must set priorities.

4.  Don't let the lines scare you.
A line that wraps upon itself through several tents, then crosses the street, then snakes down the sidewalk before doubling back upon itself along the bay can be rather daunting. But consider the time of day. If it's before 9:30, the convention hasn't even opened yet and you're probably going to get in to Hall H that morning. 6,500 people is a lot. If everyone is spread out with their chairs like I recommended, they're going to take up more space than you'd think.

On the other hand, if the convention is in full swing, you may not gain access to Hall H until people filter out of early panels.  That is why if there's a specific panel you absolutely must see, you should get in line one or two panels ahead of it.  People are not required to clear the room between panels and while some camp out all day, others really do leave after they've seen the one they want to see.

Ballroom C is also problematic.  It's not as big and the lines aren't quite as long.  But I stood in line two and a half hours to get into the 3:30 Vampire Diaries panel.  Study the schedule and try to anticipate interest.  Before Vampire Diaries were panels for Fox's Animation Domination block of shows.  I had a feeling there was a different audience for it and Vampires.  I was right.  I entered at the end of American Dad and was able to move closer to the stage when it ended and people cleared.

Other rooms are not nearly as crowded.  And, sad to say, if it's a smaller panel actually dealing with comic books, magazines or books, you can probably walk right in.

5.  Consider your entertainment options.
So, what are you going to do while standing or sitting in line for three hours?  I'd recommend bringing an iPad or Kindle.  They're less bulky and heavy than books and magazines, plus they give you more options than just reading.  Warning:  with electronic devices, you run into issues of batteries and charging.  Refer to Step #2.

You may not need as much entertainment as you think, though.  The Comic-Con crowd is very friendly, so you'll have conversations and discussions.  Plus, there's a constant parade of colorful characters walking by.  Don't be shy!  Take advantage of the opportunity to meet new people, many of whom probably share some of your interests.

Do not count on consistent internet access.  Wireless is supposedly available in certain areas (and hotels), but it's so overloaded, it's virtually nonexistent.  Depending on your mobile device vendor, you may or may not have availability of texts (or even phone calls).  I had better luck in the mornings, but almost none later in the day.

6.  Plan ahead.
It's not silly to suggest you map a plan of attack for the 460,000 sq. ft. exhibit hall.  If you think you'll just start at one end and leisurely stroll to the other, enjoying all the sights, you will be disappointed and simply not have enough time to do it.  I tried it, and at as quick a pace as the crowd allowed, it took me nearly six hours over the course of two days.

Visit the Comic-Con website ahead of time and study the exhibit floor, list of vendors and list of exclusives.  Decide what you want to see and what you want to purchase or collect.  I'd literally print a map and mark the booths you want to visit.  If there's an exclusive that you absolutely must buy, head there first and be prepared to stand in line at least an hour.  Do not wait; they will sell out.

Preview night on Wednesday is not quite as crowded and, surprisingly this year, Friday afternoon wasn't either.  But Saturday?  Forget it!  Be patient.  If you're claustrophobic, stick to the perimeter of the floor; it's not quite as crowded.  There are no fast lanes anywhere, but the fastest way to get from point A to point B is via the outer edges.

7.  Be alert.
At all times, be alert of what's going on around you.  On preview night, I passed Atticus Shaffer (Brick from The Middle) on the exhibit floor.  In line for Comic-Con souvenir t-shirts (there's a line for everything), I watched John Landis visit a booth across the aisle.  Brent Spiner (Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation) complimented me on the Peter Cushing bust I bought and was carrying with me.  And, Stephen R. McQueen (Jeremy from The Vampire Diaries) stopped for a picture when we passed in the aisle.

Also be sure of the scheduled times for various events.  It doesn't hurt to double check.  An update to the schedule is published each morning and is available before entering the exhibit floor.  More importantly, know how long it is going to take you to get around; then, allow just a little more time to get there.


8.  Keep an open mind.
You may discover something new at Comic-Con that you never thought you'd like. Before a screening I really wanted to see, I sat through the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles panel. I've never been a TMNT fan, but the new animated series looked amazing! I became quite interested in what the panel had to say about it. And, although I never expected it, I got to see Sean Astin and snap a pretty good picture.

If there's any down time (ha, ha), seek out at least one of the smaller panels that you can walk right into.  Expand your horizons and learn something new.

9.  Consider your departure.
How are you going to get everything home?  Hopefully, you didn't pick up everything that was shoved in your face; you have no obligation to do so.  But it's likely your booty will take more space than your suitcase allows.

Unless you brought a second suitcase, there is a Fed Ex store inside the convention center, right outside the exhibit hall doors.  Plan ahead, though; lines on Sunday are discouraging.  Pick up a box and a roll of tape the day before, then pack it and check it as one of your bags when you fly home.  You'll likely pick up a poster tube at one of the booths, so you can carry-on your posters.

10.  Enjoy yourself.
Most importantly, just have a good time!  Don't complain; you've been warned about what you're getting into.  If it sounds like you're not going to like it, don't go. 

Enjoy the enthusiasm of those participating in cosplay.  Have a laugh with the overweight superheroes and male slave Leia's, but truly admire the craftsmanship of most everyone else.  Ask to take pictures.  Most people will love to pose for you.  Be careful, though, it's sometimes hard to tell who's in costume and who's not, especially when uniforms are involved.

Be vigilant.  At some point you will lose track of day and time.  By the end, you may not care about much of anything.  But remember why you came.  Remember that not everyone who wanted to go could get tickets.  You are lucky and you may not ever do it again.  Dig deep, find that energy and plow through to the end.

With all the warnings I've issued, is it possible to enjoy Comic-Con?  Absolutely!  It never ceases to amaze me that with all these people together in one place, there is something for everyone, regardless of the subject matter.  There is bound to be someone in the crowd who will recognize the most obscure reference to your favorite comic book, movie or TV show.  You can truly be yourself; no one will look down on you.  Celebrate and let your geek flag fly!

Friday, December 30, 2011

2011: A Few Favorites from a Mediocre Year

2011 was a weak year for entertainment.  Sure, I enjoyed my fair share of movies, television, music and books/comic books, but I find myself hard-pressed to choose favorites in some of these formats.  Nevertheless, it's the end of the year, so I'm compelled to try.

 
Either I have become too critical to enjoy most theatrical releases, or it was a horrible year at the movies. Using my long-established rating system on the Internet Movie Database, I gave no movies a perfect 10 in 2011, and I gave only six movies a near-perfect 9.  I'd award each of these a "Favorite" designation in one of six different categories:

 
  • Favorite Comedy – Bridesmaids
  • Favorite Movie I Really Wanted to Hate – The Help
  • Favorite Horror Movie – Scream 4
  • Favorite Guilty Pleasure – Sucker Punch
  • Favorite Superhero Movie – Thor
  • Favorite Movie (Period) – Moneyball

 

By the way, the movie I absolutely hated in 2011 was In Time.  I couldn't tell you why now; I've blessedly blocked it from my memory.  But I remember that sitting through it made me very, very angry.

 
 
If it was a horrible year at the box office, all those responsible can be grateful that television had it worse. The networks' fall seasons were some of the worst I've ever seen. My two favorite new series were on cable: American Horror Story and Homeland. But my favorite drama episode of 2011 was the mid-season finale of The Walking Dead: Pretty Much Dead Already. There were a lot of complaints about the second season, but if you stuck with it, you were rewarded at the end with a brilliant convergence of everything that previously happened.

 
 
And while I watch many (too many) sitcoms, all it takes is watching one episode of Modern Family to realize it continues to belong in a different league altogether. Even so, my favorite sitcom episode of 2011 was from the new season of Community: Remedial Chaos Theory. When Troy and Abed throw a party in their apartment, several alternative timelines evolve from different decisions the characters make. It was not only clever, but also hilarious.

  
 
In 2011, I got the most entertainment bang for my buck in the print format. I've already written about the brilliant Flashpoint miniseries from DC Comics, but I also discovered a new favorite ongoing comic book series, Morning Glories. (If Lost were a comic book, it would be Morning Glories.) However, my favorite single comic book issue was Ultimate Comics Spider-Man #160, featuring the death of Peter Parker (Spider-Man). For real. I think that was the first time I have ever cried reading a comic book. It read like a relentless action movie that built to an emotionally cathartic climax.

 
 
I don't read too many novels these days, but I read anything Stephen King writes. And I cannot express how much I enjoyed his new book, 11-22-63. I sped through its 849 pages in only six days! It's something different for King, a non-stop, time-travel thriller with a heart-breaking twist. 11-22-63 is amazingly compelling and infinitely entertaining.

 
 
I don't write much about music, but I noticed one week when I was driving the car everyday that many of today's "hits" offer great dance beats. I didn't mind the frequently repetitive playlists that the local stations broadcast with songs like Without You by David Guetta, We Found Love by Rihanna and Good Feeling by Flo Rida. I'd love to be spilling a little blood on the dance floor right now, if I was ever awake late enough to do so.

 
 
Now that I've written this, I guess 2011 wasn't so bad. At least there were a handful of things I really liked. It just seems that selecting my favorites is normally more difficult. As I continue to embrace the Nerdist Way, allow me to use this metaphor: if 2011 was a swamp of mediocrity, let's hope that 2012 can triumphantly rise from it like Luke Skywalker's X-Wing...

 

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Confessions of a Collector

My friend David started the first phase of an "estate sale" this weekend, thinning out his massive collection of approximately 40 years of pop culture treasures.  My friend Cathy has decided it's time to purge her home of the "stuff" she's amassed over the years.  Is something in the air?  Have people been watching too many episodes of Hoarders?

David quotes Lao Tzu, "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."  Certainly, there's a percentage of people who feel that material goods hold them back and getting rid of their belongings is liberating.  I don't disagree, but is it possible for some people to have a healthy, non-restricting relationship with their "things"?

I've been collecting since I was a child.  My bedroom dresser drawers and cabinets were filled, not only with clothes, but also comic books, magazines, toys and trading cards.  I'm the only person I know who as a teenager had a filing cabinet in his closet to store newspaper clippings of celebrity articles and movie reviews.  Does this sound abnormal?  I made straight-As in high school, never drank or did drugs, and had a close circle of friends.  That seems more abnormal to me.

My mother enabled me.  On one trip to find Wacky Packages at a 7-11, she asked me why I didn't just buy the entire box instead of collecting the individual packages.  That way, she said, I would be sure to have the entire set.  (However, she also reminded me how quickly it could all disappear, once throwing a Farrah Fawcett-Majors poster out the car window because I would not stop bothering my little brother and sister by poking them with it.)



The fact is, I've always enjoyed collecting.  Not just having things, but organizing them.  The physical process of putting comic books into bags or trading cards into plastic sleeves is relaxing for me.  I love cataloguing everything, whether it be in the form of a handwritten, typed or computerized list.  The only thing I ever did on the Commodore computer in my mother's sewing room was make a catalogue of all our Betamax movies and tapes.  Today, I enjoy nothing more than discovering a new way to track a collection, even if it requires entering everything one more time.

Magazines & Comic Books
When that happens, I get to look at everything again.  Right now, I'm working on my comic book collection for some articles I want to write.  Every book that moves through my hands brings back a memory.  I'll never have time to go back and read all of them, but that doesn't matter.  I know that I have them in case I want to go back and read them.  (That's the same reason I have so many movies: I may not watch them, much less ever unwrap them, but when the mood strikes me, they'll be there.)

I sometimes tell myself that if I'm ever bedridden or have absolutely no money, I'll have all these things to entertain me and will want for nothing.  I secretly hope that if I'm ever alone and in a nursing home, I'll have enough of my wits about me to enjoy everything one last time.

Does any of this sound unhealthy to you?  If so, let me assure you that my collections don't run my life.  I work 40 hours a week, have a loving partner and an active family and social life.  Collecting is my hobby and my therapy.  It gives me something to always anticipate, because there's always something new.

My father and I had a joke when I was growing up.  I would justify a new item by saying to him, "But, Dad, it's going to be a collector's item!"  For a long time, I told myself that all my collections were an investment in the future.  Truly, I have some items that are worth "something" today, but I believe two things about selling them:

1) They're only worth as much as someone else is willing to pay for them, and

2) They're only worth something if or when I ever decide to sell them.

From time to time, I have sold parts of my collection.  But you know, I never really sold them for what they were worth; to me, anyway.  And for every set of men's magazines I sell on eBay, I'm simultaneously regretting that instead of keeping an entire magazine from another set, I simply tore out the article and placed it inside the removed cover and filed it, throwing what was left into the trash.

It may sound like I live in a cluttered house among stacks and stacks of boxes, barely able to navigate the narrow hallways.  While I do have many boxes in the basement, I can assure you that there are no animals, living or dead, buried beneath them.  (Neither do I have a room for performing "surgery" on my dolls.)  Unless you enter my office, you probably wouldn't even know I'm a collector.  And I've never had so many boxes that I couldn't physically take them with me when I moved (counting four years of college as one time, I've moved at least 11 times since 1981).

My Library
I sometimes regret that I don't have an area to display my collections; my friend David had a "toy room" for a lot of his.  But some day, we might upgrade to a larger house with an extra bedroom and I have some fabulous ideas for turning it into my museum.  For now, my items will have to rest comfortably in their cardboard boxes, coming out for air as I occasionally make a new list and transport them to a newer, sturdier plastic box.

Boxes Needing Reorganization
The biggest regret about my collection is that it mirrors the aimlessness of much of my life.  I've written before that I'm a jack of all trades, master of none.  So is my collection.  I have a little bit of everything.  I sometimes wonder if I had decided I really, really liked one or two things, I could have gone about collecting everything for those one or two things.  Instead, I have a little Star Trek, a little Star Wars, a little Charlie's Angels, etc.  Partial collections are probably not worth as much as complete ones, except to me, of course.

A lot of people and things in my life give me joy; my collections are just one of them.  Although aspects of what you've read may sound scary, I do not believe I could technically be considered a hoarder.  A&E is not going to be filming at my house and there's no need for an intervention.  I'm not doing myself or anyone else harm.  I'll let other people have their epiphanies and do what they need to do to be happy.  For now, I actually think I'm good.  My only purging will be these thoughts as I unashamedly attempt to express them.