Yesterday and again his morning I took the trolley to the San Diego Convention Center to go and spend the day at the International Comic Book Convention. When I got there, around 11AM... there was already a huge line to get in - at least three or four thousand people, if not more, and the streets were just packed.
So instead I decided to take some fun snaps (I hate waiting for anything; especially waiting in line).
This young kid made this entire outfit himself and it's a pretty good Edward Scissorhands... down to the the plastic kid-safe scissors
And then these Manga-costumed kids see me taking Edward's picture and yell out: "Take our picture too!" And so I do...
The girl on the left seems to be saying to the one putting her sunglasses and bags away: "C'mon! Hurry Uuuuup!"
Manga!!!
Did you guys know that Imperial Storm Troopers could wear glasses under that white helmet?
Robocop
Then I spotted this Imperial Stormtrooper (short guy) and his blue-haired wife (or partner). He was wearing those cool, Japanese Samurai wooden sandals that add [like] four inches to your height.
And a dark Sith Lord posed for me...
And Robocop is still attracting attention...
And then I spot Security...
And so I asked them to pose for me
And then I spot The Green Lantern and The Hawkman
And then I catch Mrs. Hawkman coming out of the little girls' room
The Justice League poses for me... including a sullen-looking, knock-kneed Batman
Two hotties posing...
Clark Kent obviously forgot to take his watch off while changing into Superman inside the phone booth. And by the way... now we all know where Clar k Kent's clothes go once Superman rips them off: in a duffel bag!
Two color-coordinated Storm Troopers with a vision-corrected Jedi Knight
And the girls say goodbye...
I immediately noticed that one of the persons in the back of the elevator was the tiny actress Natalie Portman (Princess Amidala from the Star Wars prequel). As she was not my first rodeo in meeting movie stars, I gave her privacy and following the law of elevator etiquette, faced the door and turned my back on her and her posse.
The lady who I assume was her personal assistant, apparently couldn't stand that I was apparently ignoring her client, and stepped to my side and said softly, "do you know who this is," her chin moving slightly as she pointed to the rear in the direction of the tiny actress.
I looked back at Portman, who smiled, a little embarrassed (if that's possible for an emerging Hollywood starlet).
"Nope," I said to the assistant in my best bored voice.
I think that I heard a small heart crack behind me... made me feel a little guilty.