So, I was saying that it's my choice to come to Comic-Con, so I shouldn't complain. I hate the crowds and the long, long, long walks (I probably got the kind of exercise this weekend that Big gets in a normal day, the runnin' bastard). And everything costs a fortune, and yes, it's pretty much impossible to park. I found that they'd built a Mexican supermarket in the area where I used to always park my car (which is still about 1.3 miles from the Convention Center, but at least it was free), and after driving around frustrated, I just parked there.
But despite adversity, I was in a much better mood on Friday than I had been on Thursday (Thursday was hard simply because I'd spent the whole previous day driving, got almost no sleep, and despite rising at pre-dawn, I still ended up arriving to the Convention Center late. And then, there was the chafing, the less said about it the better). And despite this laptop's best attempts, I refuse to be in a bad mood this morning.
The line up and moved again at around seven. Last year, they told people to clear out their tents and sleeping bags at eight o'clock, so the line moved incredibly after that. This year, they did so earlier, and once all that space is compressed (there were people sleeping on those huge air mattresses this year, which would be really nice), a couple of literal blocks of the line disappear. When it closed up, we were on the grass next to Hall H, which shouldn't be possible, but it happened. I typed a lot, and then, the program just froze. When I reopened it, everything but the first few paragraphs had gone. I've gone through and tried to recreate that, but I did despair for a minute or two.