Calling
Megacon a pop culture “mecca” might be a lazy cliché, but this year it was more
accurate than usual. To get there on Saturday, you had to undertake a hajj-like
journey of hardship (parking took over an hour), and when you finally reached
your goal you had to walk around in circles while trying not to be trampled.
(We’re not sure what kind of tardis technology the organizers were using, but at 2 p.m. there seemed to be more people in the ticket line than the convention
center had room for.)
What could inspire such devotion? Was it a convention floor packed with over 30,000 square feet of comics, action figures, and collectibles? Was it the remote possibility of sincere conversation with Adrian Pasdar, that guy from "Heroes?" Was it the chance of impressing a cosplay hottie with your recall of Monty Python trivia? We went to answer the 64 gold-piece question: does Megacon still have a righteous bulge in its spandex? Or do you people need serious help?
