Comicon

Comicon was a complete bust and I didn't get to see Shatner. It was a complete cluster****. We got there and the line up wrapped more than once around the building. There may have been a separate entrance for VIP passholders (we had those) but there was no signage. There was only the one entrance and when we finally got there after 40 minutes walking around the building (pretty proud of my stamina) the chick at the check in didn't know what to do with the VIP passes. She passed us on to a Klingon who talked our ear off for 10 minutes before sending us to the other end of the building to check in. Before he began chatting though he tried to send us back to the girl that had sent us to him. Then he suddenly remembered about the passes. Again, no signage. We got our passes, but someone didn't pass kindergarden math and didn't know how to count. No lanyards left to go with the pass. Then we were given a voucher for the free tshirt and tote bag and sent to room #4 (right  next door, yeah). Except there was a Q & A going on in there. They sent us, wait for it, to the other end of the building again to the general auditorium. We get in and again no signage. No one knows where to go to get the shirts and totes and I didn't have it in me to search every square foot of the multi thousand square foot trade show area.  We asked around, but no one (including other pass holders who did have lanyards) knew where to go. So we went back to the other end of the building to where Bill would be talking in an hour. Guess what? The room was closed and they were having us go (again) to the other end of the building to start a lineup there. Again, no people or signage anywhere in sight to say where to line up. At that point I hit my breaking point and we went home. At least I got my exercise. And I didn't get to see Bill. Bummer. I think one day we'll go to a real Comicon - one that has been organized before.