Forward to next post: “I also feared she would judge my life and find it wanting”
At first, when you immerse yourself in the geekdom of Comic-Con—usually around the time you first encounter your first Furry-ocelot Legolas discussing the all-day Dual Masters Stompatron Booster Draft with a Jedi warrior wearing Woody Allen glasses—you suffer a momentary shock, as if your lungs are filling with fluid. You panic; you struggle; you convulse and claw for the surface. (“These… these can’t be my people!…”) But soon, the convulsions subside, your dormant Nerd-Gills open up and begin rippling smoothly, and once again you are in your element, this great celebration of the imagination. That’s right, Bud. Your body remembers!