Hollywood In, Geek Out At Comic-Con
by ThaneEconomou

I am only a minor nerd.
Sure, I attended Star Wars midnight showings. Sure, I came in costume as Thane-akin Skywalker. Sure, I still have my Jedi robes that my mom sewed for me (which I still maintain was the saddest day of her life.)
But, as Comic-Con begins, I must reflect on the plight of the nerds. Comic-Con, with only 22,000 geeks in attendance in 1992, has turned into a Hollywood promotional free for all. Attendance is expected to exceed 125,000.
Rummaging through my thousands of fan e-mails today, I found this particularly stunning piece, sent from the opening night of Comic-Con in San Diego.
Dear Thane,
Big fan. First time writer. My name is Norman Wheenier. I have been attending Comic-Con for fifteen years now. And I fear for its legitimacy. Why? Let me put it this way: it’s like high school all over again.
This used to be a safe place for a man to walk around in his Spock ears or wearing a black power ring, bearing the symbol of Green Lantern’s super-villain Black Hand, who after his death is resurrected by Scar, when he regurgitated the first black power ring, and is told by Scar that he is now the living embodiment of the black light.
The Hollywood jocks now walk down the hallways like they own the place. They think they can promote whatever they want here. Including the new Patricia Heaton family sitcom. Seriously.
And don’t get me started on the Lost fans, who think they are so cool. Listen, you don’t know what it’s like to be a super fan. Lost has been consistently strong for five seasons. That’s nothing. Try sticking with Star Wars through Episode I or The Clone Wars, or sticking with Star Trek through the Next Generation episode Masks, where Data becomes an Aztec Sun God.
And the popular kids from Twilight are making life a living hell for me. They mock my Star Fleet uniform, while going nuts for that stupid haired Robert Pattinson loser who looks like he jizzes his pants everytime he sees that Bella girl. Why not go crazy for a real stud, like Jean Luc Picard? Twilight is trash. There are better written books, like Tolkein’s LotR trilogy, or Rigney’s WoT series. Plus, they don’t follow any vampiric lore. Twilight is bullshit. Excuse my language. But it is. All Twilight has done is bring more girls to Comic-Con who won’t sleep with me.
The upside to the Hollywood-ization of Comic-Con? Cooler movies are coming our way. I write this from my iPhone while in line for James Cameron’s Avatar panel.
The downside to the Hollywood-ization of Comic-Con? Probably the cool guys from the True Blood panel giving me a wedgie, and then stuffing me in a locker (which took some effort because there are not lockers here). Plus, everyone is making fun of my last name – which is French by the way. Also, the whole point of coming to Comic-Con was to lose my viriginity, hopefully to this hottie Elloise who dresses like a dark elf. Now, I hear she’s going with some G4 guy to the Adult Swim Friday night party. Party? At Comic-Con? What is the world coming to? Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to seduce her properly during our next LARP encounter.
Hope all is well, Thane. Again, I am a big fan, and I think you are the greatest writer on the internet. You are a genius.
Dammit! Some guys just cut me in line. I’ve gotta go and try out my Vulcan nerve pinch.
Sincerely,
Norman Wheenier
Norm, compared to you, I have discovered I am not a minor-nerd. I’m not a nerd at all. I’m the cool guy.
And as the cool guy I’d like to say that if you open your trap one more time, four eyes, I’m gonna put your face in a toilet and give you a swirley. Watch your back, geek! Your ass in mine!
And thanks for your kind words. It’s always nice to hear from a fan.