Here’s the thing: for approximately 150,000 people San Diego Comic-Con is a majestic thrill ride and a joyous gathering of like-minded people who have, at one point or another, likely felt like an outcast because they simply liked what they liked. This weekend, those things took their place at the center of the universe and there was shopping and partying and drinking and laser tag and celebrities and 29 minutes of sleep. That’s what Comic-Con was. For you.
For the rest of us who don’t go but do follow the world of pop culture and geeky nerdiness, Comic-Con isn’t a place, so much as it is a time of year. A holiday that delivers unto us a chance to nerd out over an endless stream of hard news about comics, TV shows and movies — Comic -Con is when we get to feast on something real and not the gelatinous rumor paste that we have to subsist on all year long.
It’s that influx that excites the hundreds of thousands of people who follow the Comic-Con goings on; these things that get the world talking, and that’s why this thing feels as if it is an event that is much larger than it technically is. But for us to care this much about a party that we aren’t actually attending, we need to keep getting these thrills (or something like them) out of the deal or else what’s the point? (more…)