Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Monday, July 21, 2014


The crowd, some of whom are dressed like the characters, settles in for the "Gravity Falls" panel.


Kristen Schaal greets everyone as Mabel. The crowd goes nuts. Can you blame them?


That was some sizzle reel. August cannot get here soon enough.


And a script read. Okay, this is in the running for best panel this year.


Not sure what could top that, so I'm just walking around. May as well stop by IDW's booth and get that TP of "Indestructible" I've been avoiding. This is still Comic-Con, right?


I'm actually having a good time just sitting on the floor and watching people. Yet another Anna and Elsa.


I check my schedule. The 'Free Enterprise 15th Anniversary Panel' starts at 3:30pm. Sounds like a plan. I liked the movie. I flip the page.

Holy crap. The "Bob's Burgers" panel starts at 4:00. If my experience last night taught me anything, it's that overlapping panels will not work out in my favor.

"A hunter that chases two rabbits will catch neither." Read it in a fanfiction once. To this day, I have no idea who said it. I'll have to look that up when I get back.

May as well flip a coin.



"Bob's Burgers" it is. Damn, what a long line. Don't care. I'm getting in.


And so I did. I glance around. "Tina" from earlier is sitting a few seats down. No one's in my way. I scooch myself a couple seats closer. I don't think she notices.


Neat preview reel. Looking forward to the new season.


The panel ends. I'm still laughing at the Q and A, especially that one question about Louise.

I turn to "Tina". "Awesome cosplay. Can I get a picture?"

"You really don't recognize me?"


She takes off the glasses.


Saturday, July 19, 2014


Didn't think this was worth mentioning because, hey, what are the chances it would apply to me, but Glen instituted a curfew for all of us. Dexter broke it and now, he seems to be gone. Okay, either he's been sent packing or he's...okay, that's a little out there.

I wake up and head for the bathroom. Perhaps, a shower will help me to relax.


"Okay. Second day of the Con. Just remember what I told you and you'll be fine."

I glance over to "Peggy". I'd really like to get to know her better.

"Anything you want to share with us, Shep?"

"What? No."

"Then why are you looking at Peggy?"

"I thought I saw a fire ant on her."

"There's nothing there."

"Eyes must be playing tricks."

I look away. No way did he buy that, but let's worry about that afterwards.


Pancakes and sausage. Very nice breakfast.


I drew '2'. Can't wait for today. I get on the shuttle bus. A lot of cosplayers staying in this hotel, most of them seemingly from anime.


'The Black Panel'. I've been curious about this for years, but I never could go. Other panels and all.

Really fascinating stuff.


On the convention floor. I've got time before my next panel.

Wow. That's a pretty good human Maud Pie. I have to get a picture of her.


Really liking this "Rocky and Bullwinkle" short. I can only wonder if it leads to anything more, like a feature. I still say the 2000 movie was too underappreciated.


On my way through the crowd. I see a dead-on Tina Belcher. The outfit, the hair, the's uncanny.

"Hey!", I call after her.

She rushes off. I try to follow, but the crowd is so thick.

I lose her. Was it something I said?

Thursday, July 17, 2014


Well, I didn't hate it.


Now, I know of the mythology. I know of the characters. I know the classic moments through cultural osmosis and I've seen both entries in the rebooted franchise. Yet, I've never really gotten into "Star Trek".

So, why am I at the "'Star Trek' at 50" panel? I don't know. Something to do. Might learn a couple things.


Okay, I'm learning quite a bit here. I just might check out the reruns on Me-TV when I get back.


The show floor is still open. May as well get some prime people watching done.

Two more Anna and Elsa duos, the latter bringing along Kristoff.

Oh. Lady Loki. Must get a picture.

Whoa. Someone was truly committed to that Electro costume. Shame about the movie, though.


'Breaking into Animation Writing'

As has been said on ScriptShadow, if you walk out of a bad movie thinking 'I could do so much better', you will fail.

Conversely, with all the alleged cartoons airing on television today, I can't help but think that I can do better.


Wouldn't you know it? They had clips of the so-called cartoons showing us what we should aspire to. I think I need a shower.


Okay, this is much better. I've named (mentally, anyway) at least 30 of these movies, which is weird, given my generally low scores at Somehow, I think that someone else will have named all of them.


I didn't win, but damn, did I have fun. I'm headed next door. Hopefully, the guy guarding the door is cool.


The guy at the door was not cool. Too bad; 'Tournament of Nerds' sounded like fun.


Dinner at La Puerta. Southern Cal Burrito. (Why mess with a good thing?)


Okay, maybe two of them in one day was a less than smart idea...but damn, they were tasty.

I schlub my way to the shuttle bus stop. I really hope that none of my fellow Con-victs (or, why not?) are waiting. Glen seemed to be quite clear on that.

Oh. None of them are here. Probably partying. It's just as well. If I don't find a bathroom...I don't even want to think about it.

I'm going home. Good night.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014


Okay. good-ass burrito, but lugging it and myself back to the Con wasn't easy.


Given my curiosity about the art of cartoon voice acting, it's strange that I'm only getting to see "I Know That Voice" now. You'd think I'd already have it in my collection.

These clips are pretty damn neat. I must get the DVD.


Cool panel. Some really funny stuff from the panelists. I just need to make my way to the next panel. Huh. Just saw "Valk" taking a picture of The Lego Movie's Wyldstyle. I'm sure I'll get my shot.


Loving this movies of 1984 panel. As I'm sure I said before, there really is nothing like living vicariously through other's experiences. In fact, with the influx of panels like this, I can't help but think that I was born way too late to truly enjoy this kind of stuff. Oh, well.


Yet another film music panel. This one focuses on composers for superhero movies. I'm really surprised that Graeme Revell is doing "Gotham". I guess I'll have to watch it, now.


About to watch a clip from Guardians of the Galaxy. Could this be the score that turns me around on Tyler Bates?

Sunday, July 13, 2014

July 24th, 7:13amish, I guess.

"Pick a name."

I can barely hear Glen's voice. I'm still asleep. I feel someone (him?) shaking me.

"Pick a name."

Not really comprehending what's happening, I mumble something out.

July 24th, 7:13am...for real.

I wake up, stiff as a board. Two chairs does not a bed make. Glen's staring me in the face.

"Good morning, Shep."

I shake my head. "I beg your pardon?"

"Shep Franklin. The name you gave me last night." He hands me a license.

"Anchorage, Alaska?"

"Hard to trace. Thousands of people go to San Diego Comic-Con every year. A few people try to game the system, which they do, thanks to guys like me. Sound off!"

"Dexter Baxter: Grand Rapids, Michigan!"

"Lila St. Lawrence: Wilmington, North Carolina!"

"Monty Cliff: London, Ontario!"

"Valk Ilmer: New Orleans, Louisiana!"

"Peggy Salt: Buffalo, New York!" My eyes widen. Glen points to me.

"Oh. Shep Franklin: Anchorage, Alaska."

"Now, it is important that none of you are seen together at the Con. People start putting things together, it could prove dangerous for the operation. All of you leave in shifts. One of you leaves at 9:00, then 9:15, then 9:30 and so on."

'Monty' raises his hand. "How do we determine who leaves first?"


A bunch of numbers, 1 to 6, in a hat. I was fourth.

Had a nice breakfast. Thankfully, I had some money squirrelled away in my luggage.

Just waiting for the shuttle bus to Comic-Con. Too bad we can't be seen together. Peggy's kind of cute.


My ID and badge checked out. Must be some good hacking that made that happen.

I head for the convention floor. Just as big as I remember.

Not even here for 15 minutes and I've seen six pairs of girls as Frozen's Anna and Elsa. Probably thinking they'd be the only ones.

I can't find any of my fellow...shall I say, Con-victs. Okay. That shit is sticking.


Settling in for Behind the Music: Crime, Death and Resurrection. Actually, I've been here since 10:30. Other people are finding their seats.

The composers gather on stage to wild applause. Of course, I'm a part of it.


Caught a clip of Deliver Us from Evil. Neat score. Hope it gets a release. Looks like they're playing a clip of "Fargo". One of those shows I keep meaning to get into, but don't. I should be less lazy about this.


Yet another Anna and Elsa, with a little baby dressed as Olaf. How darling.

Plenty of cosplay to absorb, but I'm a little hungry. Only one place on my mind.


La Puerta!

Good thing that nearly everyone is still at the Con. Plenty of seats available.

I've already ordered the Southern Cal Burrito.

I glance around the restaurant. Wow. Sitting at a far-off table..."Peggy".

Glen told us not to associate at the Con...but we're in a restaurant. Fair game.

I sit at her table. "Hello."

"Hi, Shep."

"Yeah. What brings you here?"

"Heard about this place online. My next panel isn't until two. Figured I'd give it a shot."

"You're gonna love it."

"Anything you recommend?"

"I already ordered the Southern Cal Burrito. Care to split it?"

'Peggy' laughs a little. "You're not worried about germs?"

"I don't know. Maybe, you could save some cash."

"Thanks, anyway."

"Nice to meet you."

"You too, Shep."

I go back to my table. She's a nice-looking girl: brown hair, pretty face, sweet voice.

Have I done it again: have I bumbled into a relationship with a girl who, by all logic, should be out of my league?

I guess so.

Friday, July 11, 2014

July 23rd, 9:32pm - Pacific Time

Here I am at San Diego Airport. I'm hella nervous. Do I just take a cab to La Quinta Mission Valley or what? Eh. I may as well. I can't stay at the airport all night. Besides, there's Comic-Conning to be done.


The cab drops me off. Huh. Nice place. I head right for the front desk. Here's hoping that I can get some rest for the night.

"I'm sorry, sir, but there are no reservations under that name."

Perfect. Well, $300 down the crapper. I'm going home.

"hashtag 'would do anything to go to San Diego Comic-Con'?"

I'm almost afraid to say... "Yes?"

"Hey. Glen Tyler. You're the last to get here."

"So...I'm not the only one?"

"Oh, no. There are a few others upstairs." He starts to walk toward the elevator. "Come on."

Grabbing my luggage, I nervously follow him. The guy at the front desk starts to dial on the phone, but Glen holds his hand up. I guess that means 'He's with me".


Nice room. Apparently, that $300 went toward decent lodging. I flip on the lights. Okay. There seem to be people already in the beds. I turn off the lights.

I set up two chairs to face each other. Odd, but it beats sleeping on the floor. I'm sure that the first day of Comic-Con will heal any sleeping pains.

Wednesday, July 09, 2014

July 22nd, 11:38pm

My flight leaves tomorrow morning. Before I go to bed, I need to make sure that I have everything:

- Spending money

- Poster tube

- Shorts

- Sneakers

- Socks and underwear

- Whimsically-themed T-shirts

- Cell phone and charger

- Laptop with charger

- CD player and soundtracks to be autographed

- AA batteries

- Credit cards

- Toiletries

- Comic-Con schedule

- Confirmations of badge and flight

- A backpack to hold my stuff

Everything is a go. No condoms, though; I've given up on the finding love thing. Still, I keep one in the chamber (read: wallet), in case you're ponderin'.

Won't be long, now.