Comic Con Carne
I’m going to the New York Comic Con this weekend. That much has been confirmed. The weekend pass has been bought and paid for, sent and received. Out-of-town guests are already gathering like a murder of crows to descend into the city. It is too late for escape. Events are in motion. The momentum of the thing is unstoppable.
If there are some slight misgivings gnawing at my gut, a bit of bile-tasting queezy unease, it might be that feeling of entrapment mixed with my general reticence to attend fandom events of any kind, let alone this kind. I’ve never gone to a con before.