I just got back from the 40th anniversary of the San Diego Comic Convention. I brought my girlfriend for her first visit. I have to say, it was very entertaining to watch her as she encountered each new level of geekyness.

Two guys fighting with miniature key-chain light sabers was her first winner for the crown of geeks. The next day she heard some lady with a plush tiger strapped to her head "meowing", and before she could ask me why she was doing that, her (husband/boyfriend/etc.), also with a plush cat strapped to his head, meowed back to her, so she could find him in the crowd. And lastly, she was nearly crushed to death by a 400 lb dude waiting in line to see Kevin Smith. We didn't get to see Kevin Smith, but at least she survived mostly intact…I think there might have been some slight damage to her psyche from the Meowing lady.

All in all it was a good show. I think the saddest part was the diminished space of small and indie comics. The big movie studios and game companies have made the competition for space impossible for the little guys to be seen and heard. One person summed up the show with a hand written sign reading:

"Twilight ruined Comic Con".