The little dude at the end isn’t one of my get, but one of these years I have to take my kids there. I just fear it’s gotten waaaaay too big to handle. As a native San Diegan and lifelong lover of science fiction, horror, and fantasy, I still can’t explain why I’ve only ever been to Comic-Con once, back in 1984 when I was fourteen and the whole thing fit into the lobby of the Westgate Hotel on Broadway (the Convention Center wasn’t finished until after I graduated high school). I had so much fun at the '84 Con that I’ve wanted to go back every year since, and every year some circumstance or other conspires against me and I don’t get to go.
I just have to make it happen.
