Comic Con

Back in 2006, I attended the first ever NY Comic Con.  It was a disorganized, dangerous mess.  This year, dragged back down by children’s librarian extraordinaire Miss Jackie, I found a much more organized, safe-for-the-most-part mess. Strangely enough, the con charges less for librarians and doesn’t make them wait in this giant holding pen.

The Javits Center is a bit gross when inspected closely and the rooms where the sessions were held reminded me of huge empty swimming pools. There were a few panels good enough to make me forget the depressing surroundings, though. The exhibit hall was also pleasant enough in the mornings before the hordes of people made it through the cattle drive to the booths.

Thanks for letting me tag along Jackie.

2 replies on “Comic Con”

NO, Thank YOU for coming. I would be huddled in a corner crying somewhere if it weren’t for you. It was much better to experience the whole thing with the touch of humor you bring to life! And, of course, your helpful songs.

Jackie’s on a farm, milking a goat.

Jackie’s on a farm, petting a chicken.

I forget the rest. See? We totally should have recorded it.

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