Ugh
Con-Cough setting in for me and KQ.
Horrible chafing, blistering sunburn...Hooray
Ok, let me see if I can recall. Early run to Con Center on Friday because Rick and Morty gonna gum up Indigo all day and we NEED to be in there for Archer/Bob's Burgers. Looks good...10 am. Line moving. Long but moving. Considering crippling humidity & heat of day before...not too bad today. And good portion of line in the shade. But...the closer you get, the more unshaded. Bogs down...hour and a half later...we're in. Strange...Hall H coulda easily been navigated. Hurm
So we miss Robot Chicken and see Rick and Morty and some Scoplio Peeples show from Adult Swim and then Bob's Burgers(always funny...but sorta played out, at least for me). Archer...a Con highlight as usual, along with a trailer for the new season Archer

reamland. 40's Noir starting with a murder mystery, which all takes place in Archer's head as he is in a coma from previous season. Interesting to say the least.
Then, Preacher skipped for Hall H line.
and that's where it all went south.
Fairly long line. Embarcadero...park on the Island. Same place as last year, and I got in. Backing up...Friday's wristband system went as well as anything, with a quick delivery. Very few twitter complaints...maybe they figgered it out.
Nope. First, Saturday distribution didn't start till after 9pm. And, like all good systems...if you don't monitor things, **** HAPPENS.
Due to the lack of communication and those in charge giving contradicting info...a sub line started because the seperation between the existing line...and the continuation of the line, was a quarter mile away. Nobody caught it and thus a few hundred folks basically snuck the line. When the wristbands got there, confusion reigned. And long story short...wristbands obtained shortly before they ran out. But it was already 1:00 am. Shuttle ride to hotel and having to be there nlt 7:30 am we wound up getting a shower and maybe 2 hrs of sleep each. But, soldiering on. Got there before 7:30, and were lined up in direct sunlight till about 9:30 am.
BUT WE GOT IN.
WB stuff was insane. Including a whole Oprah-esque EVERYONE GETS A WAND moment during the Strange Beasts and Where to Find Them panel. JLA stuff looked good...especially Momoa as Aquaman.
50 Years of Star Trek panel was soul draining. Boring.
30th Anniversary panel of Aliens, sadly was the same.
Left the room for the Strong Women panel...but got back in time to find actresses who replaced other aging actresses complaining about the lack of roles for middle aged women.
Marvel...Well done. Other than Black Panther, which was a meet and greet for cast and director...the future looks bright. Looks like they are going to focus on more abstract stuff. Doc Strange looks nice. New Thor...and basically Planet Hulk combo looks like it should be bat**** nuts. Director is a wild card, judging by the short film he presented as a substitute for actual footage.
Then...James Gunn WON THE DAY. Ravagers ran rampant thru the Hall. Insulting and threatening. Cast introduced to catcalling fully costumed bunch. KURT RUSSELL!!!!!!!!
Then, some footage. Rocket and SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS
New Guardian Yondu get captured And have the ****ing adorbs Baby Groot steal Yondu's new prototype head fin, which gives him the awesome mohawk of the Yondu of my youth. After a few missteps obtaining it, all hell breaks loose. Great music, some really nicely designed cut scenes later and Michael Rooker is introduced in full costume. Some great interplay with Chris Hardwicke and some banter with the cast later, and we get a pretty solid trailer. Once again, just looks like loud, fun, 4 color mayhem. Kurt Russell is EGO THE LIVING PLANET...and, apparently...Peter Quill's pop. But, there is a undeclared and unexplained trailer cameo from a certain
expendable older actor...so, proceed with caution. Official announcement of Re-fit Tower of Terror, Brie Larsson as Cap Marvel, and some free hats. G'night everybody.
Kevin Smith...a great end to a mixed con. Complaints aside, I will be back next year...god willing. Tomorrow, a waltz across the floor, a final goodbye and back to the salt mines.
Thanks for listening.