This is the first San Diego Comic-Con weekend event I have missed since 2007. Since 1994 I missed the ‘95 and ‘96 Cons, as well.
My older brother is out there now, or rather inside, the convention center.
Last year I decided to stop attending. My 2013 budget maxed out at three thousand dollars; including part of the hotel room, food, some purchased comic books on the main floor, and beer.
Instead of the same old Con, I opted for a different venture; a journey to a land which is familiar in body and blood, but alien to my mind. I will attempt to explain what I experienced in time.
For now, I hope my brother and hundreds of thousands of others are having a blast in cool San Diego.