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Greetings from stinkin’ hot California from a bushed baggy-eyed slightly hung-over Aussie journalist.
14 Hours on a Plane. 3 Hours in a train. All for what? To see dudes dressed up as Xena, Warrior Princess.
I feel as if John Hughes has been following me around for the past 24 hours.
I’ve travelled on ‘Planes, Trains & Automobiles’ (to get to San Diego), have spent quite a bit of time with Anthony Michael Hall (Despite the fact that my flight had 60 channels or so, I ended up watching comedy classic “Vacation”), greeted by Airport staff about as wacky as Duckie (Index Finger dude, Index Finger, OK!) and made a lunch meeting with Eric Stoltz (from “Some Kind of Wonderful”) in a couple of days time.
Now, you’ll have to excuse the tardy updates this week. Unfortunately, my motel hasn’t got the finest wireless internet service (despite advertising themselves as a pad that offers its room renters ‘free wireless internet access’ they actually only have it available in the foyer, and it kicks off somewhere around the elevator). Still, there is a signal….. and even if it means waving my laptop around from the hotel rooftop, in an effort to get a connection, I’ll do it. Only for you.
Anyway, we’re only a day away from Comic-Con now. San Diego is bustling with tourists (or as one local restauranter calls them “Star Trekkers” – amusingly enough) – you can smell the film whoring in the air. I believe our first assignments include Dean Devlin’s “Flyboys”, the Warner Bros Animation panel, and a New Line party….. with both Garthy F (Dark Horizons) and I in the house, they’re going to have to ship in more kegs from Anaheim. Typical Aussie stereotypes. Yes. Bloody Oaf. Cobber. Burp.
Until tomorrow- the first official day of Comic Con – sleep well, stay wet, and pin that tail on the donkey.