Himself: Swam, job hunted, ran errands, tried to get my newer computer to accept updates….and it wouldn’t.
Herself: Swam, worked, sent the letter in to the bank, cooked, stayed out of the Geezer’s way as he worked on my non-updating computer.
Gratitude: Let me tell you.
Later today, after playing book lady, I’ll pick this effort up and bring them home in the midst of a very not quiet city.
Comic Con is here. There’s nothing quiet about Comic Con anywhere. What started as a small gathering of a bunch of Sci Fi and comic book authors, artists, and readers is now the biggest convention in our fair city. We are wall to wall Klingons, and 200 Storm Troopers are expected to march through the Convention Center. There will be sword battles by the bay, there will be demonstrations on every outside deck, there will be laughter and drama and fun everywhere for us the common human.
Companies are putting a fortune into marketing their movies, videos, games, and networks. Buildings have been taken over to host guests for an assortment of films. The cartoon Network is waving it’s banner not only by taking over a pizza palace, but by placing ad’s on every pedicab. Some small business people have encluded Comic Con in their business plan…without it they wouldn’t have started their resturaunts/studios/warehouses.
For one long weekend here by the bay, life will revolve around Comic Con. For one day only, Saturday, the two of us will joyfully be taking part in the chaos.
Marvel Comics Superheros gather together to fight crime and pose for pictures.