Many years ago, I fought valiantly in the hot, summer sun for a coveted seat in Hall H on a Saturday. Marvel Studios was in full swing being a main event at Comic-Con. The heat was nearly too much, and I barely made it into Hall H just as Marvel started their panel. I didn’t make it. I was stuck in line near the front until Marvel’s panel ended. But spending hours in the heat meant I was stubborn and still wanted to get into Hall H. I wanted a nice, cool, dark room to relax in. And thus, I had my first experience at a Kevin Smith panel.
A few weeks ago I went to a little music store with my girlfriend and her family. We browsed, pointing out a different vinyl to each other. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a vinyl sticking out. I saw the word “Star”. It was in a very familiar font. I gasped and I briskly walked towards it. It was calling my name — in five different languages. I slowly picked it up.
