Sorry for the delay

Part One

Chris, Ryan, Theressa and I went to the 2009 Emerald City Comicon on Saturday. We had the most incredible day. We left Vancouver at 7:00am and headed for the border. We waited in line at the border for almost an hour, despite road signs that stated a 15 to 20 minute wait. That turned out to be one of only two hiccups in our otherwise amazing day. 

None of us had eaten breakfast, and I have a bit of a ritual of stopping at Jack-in-the-box whenever I go to the States. The closest Jack-in-the-box to the border that I knew of was in Bellingham, which is not too far. But I was very happy to find out that they opened a new one just before Blaine. It was only 5 minutes south of the border! That is a dangerous notion considering that my friends and I often get cravings for Jack-in-the-box. And I can drive from my house to the border in about 30 to 40 minutes if traffic is light. My mouth says Yay! My heart screams NO!!! 

So after a grease filled meat and cheese fest, we headed for Seattle. Ryan, Chris and I had great conversations about music and stuff, while Theressa napped the whole way down. We reached Seattle around 10:30am, quickly found a sweet (but creepy) parking spot in the garage under the convention centre, and entered the convention centre where we discovered the most bizarre social experiment I have ever encountered. And I am not talking about the comicon itself. I am speaking of the line to get into the comicon. It was enormous. But the thing that made it strange, was the way they made everyone queue up. The line started in a hall way, then we emerged into a huge glass foyer that overlooked Pike street. The line proceeded to zig-zag back and forth across the whole floor, much like the queue for a roller-coaster. What made it really weird was the lack of dividers. No ropes or queue markers, like at the bank. Just people doing this strange zig-zag shuffle from one end if the room to the other. Slowly progressing line by line across the foyer. It was hilarious. And as expected in a room full of hundreds of nerds, there were witty comments and jokes abound. One guy was miming a glass wall between his line and ours. Others were saying hello to people they passed almost a dozen times. I was bleating like a sheep. Then we made it to the door way that was visible the whole time. At last, an end to this strange dance of dorks...WHAT!? Another room! Yup, two rooms of the zig-zag shuffle. I was surprised that there wasn't a mad dash to the ticket booths. Then I remembered who they were dealing with. These folks were about as likely to riot as they were to win a beauty contest. That being said, you would not want to cut in line. Hell hath no furry like a fan boy scorn.

The line up was strange, but it was a good chance to people watch. There were a lot of humorous costumes, and a myriad of dorks, geeks and losers that made us feel better about ourselves. I know, I know. I was attending the con too. And I will not deny that I am a dork. But come on!