Guys guys guys Comic Con is big.

Overwhelmingly insatiably big.  I may have been to larger collocations of humanity (scouting jamborees, for example, are enormous, as are Jay Chou concerts).  I have never, though, been around so many people who were all trying to SHOW ME THEIR COOL THING.  The prospect is amazing.  The experience daunts.  I was daunted.

To preserve sanity I broke yesterday down into small, accomplishable tasks.  Find badge.  Walk across room.  Purchase t-shirt from BBC America booth.  Meet Steve.  Meet Tor folks.  I think the legendary standing-in-line experience is perfect for this con, even helpful.  In line, you have freedom to check out for half an hour, or an hour, or three, to watch the world go by and revel in your little bit of purpose, even if it’s no more than finally getting into that BBC America booth so you can buy a con exclusive t-shirt.

Also I met Felicia Day last night, and she seems very cool!

I don’t have more for you today, and I really should be rolling out of my indulgent hostess’s apartment to find myself some coffee and a bagel and a bus.  For those of you interested in more writing of mine, check out this piece I wrote over on Lawrence Schoen’s blog, about the Everglades and wind and the best meal I’ve ever eaten (sort of).