It came without promotions. It came without ads. It came without packages, boxes or bags. One morning it was just there, announcing its existence to millions of mailing list subscribers through a tantalizingly sparse subject line: “A brand new thing from Louis C.K.”
New York Comic Con 2015 is in the books. And man, if I felt exhausted after day one, I had no idea what was in store over the weekend. There’s absolutely no way one person can see it all, and even just attempting it cost me access to a couple of panels, the most popular of which fill up hours before they begin. The press lounge on Saturday morning was home to many other disgruntled writers denied admission to the show’s biggest attractions. But hey, enough of my first-world problems. There’s always something happening on the show floor.
After the first day of New York Comic Con, I was giddy, overwhelmed, excited and exhausted. Oh, and still a little confused. Advice for anyone planning on attending: Give yourself at least one more hour than you think you’ll need.
“Think I’ll take two chickens,” says the goth behind me.
“Think I’ll take two chickens,” says the Hound, the bestial bodyguard on-screen.
Shh. I have not read the books. I don’t intend to read the books. And like Jon Snow—my Game of Thrones avatar, according to Buzzfeed—I know nothing. But I like it that way. I don’t have HBO or even a TV, and I don’t intend to get either soon. Yet I have seen every episode of GoT, via more questionable means.