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San Diego..... drink it in, it
always goes down smooth. I love this city.... it's a fact,
it's the greatest city in the history mankind. Discovered by the Germans in 1904, they
named it "San Diahgo" which of course in German means "A Whale's Vagin.... uh....
Wrong story. My bad.
Of course much has to be said of San Diego. It was definitely a marvelous city... at least
until I got there. :D
But even then, it was good. Nay... EXCELLENT.
I guess the perfect place to start IS the beginning:

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Comic-Con Have Arrived.
The [adult swim] booth being set up.
Just as I thought everything was going as planned, I recieved a call from the airline on
Tuesday night. My flight was cancelled, and the only other flight out to SD was in the
afternoon, getting me there around 7pm-ish. So I sucked it up and went on a hellbent ride of
being squished by fat men and annoying kid's kicking my seat. After all was said and done, I
had arrived in Sandy Ego. Met up with Smaddy and Company
at the baggage claim, and was met
via rental car by our driver and my "bodyguard" (as I introduced him to Dana Snyder)
Chiclo.
We then made a bee-line to Comic-Con in order to obtain my pass. I was told if we waited til
opening day, it would take a long-ass time. So we went and then shot back to the hotel to
make my arrangements... or so I thought. Basically to make a long story short, the workers
as the hotel were for the most part incompetent. We asked them if the rooms had wifi... they
lied to us.... I called and arranged so that my room was adjoining with Smaddy's.... they
told us I never called. Basically their staff was lacking, although i'd definitely go to
that hotel again.
From L-R: Chuckles, Myself, Rebecca, and Smaddy
Anyways, on Wednesday night we pretty much hung out around the hotel. We went to the local
Coco's restaurant, where we ran into Rebecca (from
Snyderfans.com) and Chuck (from
AtypicalWeb) as well as Rebecca's friends Aaron and
Erica. We then left the four of them to
eat, and it was about that time that my phone started beeping... an instant message from
Mr.
Dana Snyder (a.k.a.: Master Shake.) Since i'm hardly a master of text (or instant)
messaging
on the phone, we bolted to the now infamous "Meeting Room" at the hotel, in order to connect
to the interweb. After a not-so-lenghty AIM chat with Dana, Smaddy decided to drop my cell
number on Dana... which rang moments later. In the first best thing to happen in San
Diego... we pretty much had our own personal Snydecast (The John J. D. Snydecast.... I kinda
like sound of that. :D) Here were pretty much the highlights:
Guess he was serious about that whole "Don't Be Plume" thing.
- The Snyde asked us who was all there... us respectively being
your's truly, Chiclo,
and Smaddy.
- We were told info about the signings, particularly the one with
himself and Carey
"Frylock" Means.
- He assured us that Matt was coming (something we later found out
didn't happen.)
- He also told us about the "contest" of sorts for the [as] after
party which happened
Friday night. 5 Golden Tickets were embedded between 5 of a numerous amounts of [adult swim]
postcard books (which actually came in handy when going to signings.)
- We were sworn to secrecy regarding the later mentioned (by Dave
Willis at the panel)
test screening for the Aqua Teen Hunger Force movie. In Dana's own words "John. Don't be Ken
Plume."
- Finally, we were charged with the task of hunting down and
photographing the elusive
Asian Alvin. A kind-hearted Asian gentleman who uniquely dresses up each year as Alvin from
Alvin and the Chipmunks. Eventually I failed having used the majority of my comic-con time
at the [adult swim] booth. However, Dana's good friend B. Studler (Professional Novelist)
managed to find him.
The Most Sought After Comic-Con Celeb
And that was pretty much the gist of it.... Dana also mentioned that he
wanted to get
together with the four of us for some type of lunch, dinner, brunch, whatever sometime
during the Comic-Con, and that he may want to interview us for the blog he was charged to
post daily by imeem.
Comic-Con Day 1.
Photo Credits: Chuck, B. Studler
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