Pretty much every year I head down to San Diego for Comic-Con International, and this year is no different. Comic-Con is basically the granddaddy of all comic book conventions. It’s gotten so big now that it’s almost impossible to describe. Picture several city blocks jam-packed with booths, lights, buzzers, and people dressed as Stormtroopers, and you still won’t have the full picture of the total mental overload that is Comic-Con.

Mostly, my friends Megan and Shane and I use it as an excuse to spend most of the day drunk.

If you’re heading down this year, holler. I can’t say it’s necessarily likely that I’ll run into you in all that zoo, but you never know!