Greetings from the floor of New York Comic Con 2015!
I'm not too sure about Ant-Man 3: Rise of the Centipedes |
Whoa! Wrong New York Comic Con! I'm talking about the one held at the Jacob Javits Center in New York City every year, the one that gets even hermetic old cranks like myself to step out of our hoarders' hovels and into the piercing sunlight to see Japenese girls dressed in Pokemon pajamas. Look, I like comic books, I dislike crowds, and boy do I hate to see people being happy and enjoying themselves. So here's my shitty, half-assed take of what it was like to spend a few hours on Saturday at New York Comic Con as a complete and utter asshole.