Unless you’re one of the lucky stiffs who managed to get to SDCC this week, you know the feeling. All your social media streams are filled with pictures like this, or enticing offers to travel back to 1743 Scotland, and you’re stuck in your apartment in Brooklyn (or wherever you happen to be) like a kid pressing their nose against the window of a toy shop knowing that all of the fun in Hall H is not for you. San Diego, like Tahiti before it went all T.A.H.I.T.I. in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., is a magical place. And you are not there.
I feel your pain, brothers and sisters. I’m going to Steel City Con in two weeks and I’ll be at NYCC in the fall, but let’s face it: SDCC is still the big one. There are cool things at all the cons, and you know that some of the stuff that will go down at your con of choice will eventually hit BuzzFeed or HuffPo (like the Sleepy Hollow panel at NYCC that blew up the internets last fall), but everything that happens at SDCC is instant-internet-legendary. I mean, freakin’ Loki claimed dominion over the earth from Hall H last year. That doesn’t happen anywhere else.
And thus the feverish bouts of fanboy/fangirl planning with friends begin. “We’ll be there next year! Wait until next year!” you tell each other on Facebook, Twitter, Kik, etc. Caught up in the frenzy of Comic Con images, you ignore the fact that you swore this very same thing last year and yet you are not there. Next year will be different! Next year, you will be in the thick of things! You will stalk Orlando Jones, you will be in the Outlander castle, you will meet the entire cast of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., you will hit the Marvel panel, and you will get John Barrowman’s autograph. Next year will be epic.
This must be how it felt to be a Brooklyn Dodgers fan back in the day.