Due to a shitty phone battery, and only having heavy film equipment, I didn't take any photos of the convention. Also, Sundays usually feature fewer costumes, and it's most just exhausted people wandering around for one last day before having to go back to reality.
I did pick some things up, so think of this as a travelogue based on random things:
Right as I walked in, I was handed a Wizard World exclusive of The Walking Dead. I might read it, I might not. If I go back the the artist is there again, I'll definitely have him frame it though.
Spent some time at the Weta Booth. It's a good thing I didn't have a lot of money, otherwise, I would've left that place with a $600 Dwarven axe. They did have one of their makeup artists applying hobbit and elf ears to paying customers, which was pretty fucking awesome to watch.
I had to buy at least a few comics while I was there, and I managed to find DC's entire Blackest Night run, all first editions. I read them as soon as I got home, although now I'm trying to find more space for my ever growing collection.
Had to pic up, and support, some local independent art. This will never stop being funny to me.
Finally, what is a comic con, if not an excuse to meet famous people who we all have weird interests in. I got to meet Neal Adams, who helped bring DC Comics out of the ridiculous silver age, and also helped reform comic art at the time (they looked pretty blocky before). If I wasn't in public, I may have squeed.
And then...I met Karl Urban (Eomer in Lord of the Rings, Judge Dredd in Dredd, and Bones McCoy in Star Trek). I got to take a photo with him, and the derpy face I have in this photo is the result of stepping on his foot right before it was taken.
So, that was my adventure. And look at that, I did an entire blog without complaining. Fuck yeah
