Let me just start off by saying that this was by far the worst "Comic Con"...ever. It shouldn't even have been called that and for whoever who played host to have the audacity to charge a $20 entrance fee was ridiculous. I'm not one to frequent these events, but when I do I've found them to be entertaining, fun and amusing. Rich and I were floored to see how small the convention was and how empty it was. Everybody- guests and vendors a like looked beyond bored. It was really, really sad.
Luckily the person we went to meet still stuck it out (we went on the last day) and was as friendly as can be!
No, we did go to see a busking chrome Elvis impersonator.
Nor did we go to meet a man dressed up as Darth Vader in goth-esque black patent platform boots.
We went to meet Jeremy Bulloch! He and his wife are probably some of the nicest people we've met. She's totally babely too. They both agreed that the entire event was a flop and that it was poor marketing, seeing as it was held on Victoria Day weekend, where most people/families are away from the city. Having flown in from the UK, I sure hope they got to enjoy the city and not just the con.
The plus side to having literally no visitors, is that we actually got to have a proper conversation. There was no rush to get to the next person in line! I think that Jeremy's wife felt badly for the fans as it was such a shitty comic con, because she gave us a deal. :)
Shhh...
Lou Ferrigno stayed until the last day too. He was super tan.
Jeremy and his wife prepping for their trip to Florida (signing a whole bunch of photos) for Disney's Star Wars weekend.
That was it!
I usually snap more photos at these things, but I just couldn't.
The organizers had set up metal crowd control gates in front of each guest's signing table, probably because they were expecting an enormous crowd of out of control crazy fans. There was no need. It was busier at the Pizza Pizza vendor, than it was for any guest.
I usually snap more photos at these things, but I just couldn't.
The organizers had set up metal crowd control gates in front of each guest's signing table, probably because they were expecting an enormous crowd of out of control crazy fans. There was no need. It was busier at the Pizza Pizza vendor, than it was for any guest.
We want our money back.