Minus the ridonkulously long drive and plus a pleasant lunch with an old friend, Day 2 at the con was virtually identical to Day 1. Except somehow I spent an ass-load of money.

There haven’t been any panels that I’ve really cared about seeing so I’ve spent all my time on the floor. My chief discovery is that ComicCon is too overwhelming to process in any usual way. There’s an embarassment of riches everywhere.

If you want to ogle cosplayers, there are so many that it’s not really a spectacle. If you love great pin-up art (as I do), you might as well just throw your money up in the air because there’s so much that you can’t possibly choose what to buy. And God help you if you came to shop for comics. Where would you even start?

I got an autographed sketchbook from Jim Balent whose art I’ve admired since the 1990s series of Catwoman. I figure that’s my souvenier from con. After all, I could get the t-shirt, prints and trade paperback that I bought anytime.

Below are some scenes from Day 2.