By Marc Mason

I had a 3pm flight out of Phoenix to get to San Diego, and it was kind enough to not only leave on time, but also get me to SD a little early. This is what we call a good omen: travel is a fickle mistress, as we all know, and anything good like this is meant to be celebrated.

Hitting the ground, the temperature was 69 degrees. Now, leaving Phoenix, it was 109. To say that I was overjoyed at not being a walking puddle of sweat would be understating it a bit. I got to my hotel, checked in, and was soon picked up by a good friend and whisked away to Mission Beach. He and his family are renting a beach house there right now, and last night was party time. Good food, good wine, and a lot of watching the ocean crash into the shore and take down surfers followed, and the night was about as relaxing as one could hope for.

The rest of the show week will not offer that relaxation. Nope nope nope.

Looking at my schedule for the show, I was struck again by how much is going on away from the convention center. I’m doing a lot of press offsite. I’m also doing stuff like taking a ride in the Green Hornet’s car, the Black Beauty. They’ve set up a “Britt Reid’s Garage” over by Petco Park where con-goers can do this themselves. Throw in the screenings and such that are also taking place across downtown, and you can see how SDCC has truly become more than a one building show.

Had breakfast at the café next to my motel, as I traditionally do, and am about to venture forth towards the convention center to pick up my exhibitor badge for my role in working for NBM. Lunch with friends will follow, then: well, I’ll leave it up to fate. Tonight is Preview Night. Let the games begin.


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