Comic Con is a wonderfully weird place. It’s where nerds go to shine, to bask in all their comic book, superhero, video game glory. It’s smelly, it’s filled with ridiculous costumes, and it’s packed wall to wall with hoards of people. I attended for my first time this past weekend, and it was fucking awesome.
Also, it will hereby be referred to as “The Con.”
Held in downtown Whale’s Vagina San Diego, The Con started out as one of the original comic book conventions and overtime evolved to a world-renowned, massive pop culture event complete with celebrities, news cameras, after parties and (a nerd can only hope) a handjob from a girl in a Xena costume.