On Why I Won't Be Seeing the Red-Headed Man

Wednesday 21st July, 2.30am

Ok, so I was already a little pissed off that the time that I was to be spending in LA just happened to coincide with three of the four days of the San Diego Comic-Con. You know, Comic-Con, the greatest, geekiest squee-fest in the universe. Here is an example of the nerdgasm-inducing events that occur at Comic-Con:

Anyway, for those of you that don’t know much about Californian geography, let me help you out:

Now, see the big purple lettering saying ‘SAN FRANCISCO’? You can ignore that. It’s irrelevant – I just realised that the map extended that far and wanted to highlight the fact that I’ve FRICKIN’ BIN TO THAT PLACE MAN!!, that’s all.

What I did really want to convey, however, was that very very short distance between those two dots labelled ‘LOS ANGELES’ and ‘SAN DIEGO’. One hundred and eighty-six kilometres of shortness, in fact. That’s about a two-hour drive. I could EAT a two-hour drive.

Although having digested months ago the fact that I would be in the same state during Comic-Con and unable to go, it wasn’t until a couple of weeks before we left for our All-American Family Adventure that the other implications of this dawned on me. LA is the city of Hollywood, which at any other time of the year is the one place on Earth that a nerd is most likely to have her nerdy wishes fulfilled and oh-my-I-didn’t-see-you-there-why-I-haven’t-been-stalking-your-apartment-block-at-all bump right into someone held in high esteem by her fellow inhabitants of Nerddom. Thus, not only am I not going to Comic-Con, but my already minute chances of seeing anyone who is anyone according my DVD collection are now as great as Firefly coming back for a second season, because they will be. In San Diego, that is. At Comic-Con. Entertaining thousands, of whom I am not one.

So I got over that too. Well, as much as a little nerd can, alright? Stop looking at me so dubiously!

And then, oh then – woe is me – today I found out that the one day I’m not going to Disneyland or beaching, that the one day I’m going to be in the LA city proper ...

(this day:)

... happens to be on one of the two days of this.

SIGH.

But it’s ok, because I still have a ticket to this (squee!), so never fear, The Whedon Watch won’t be altogether unfulfilled.

Atlanta, Georgia

P.S If you’re agonising over my having not yet mentioned my time in New York, it’s because I’m still recovering from it. Await picspam next blog!