My fellow nerds,
Consider this an open letter to all the sci-fi nerds, comic geeks, and TV lovers who will not be attending "that thing out in San Diego." This week marks a sad week for us my friends. It is the week when the "c" word starts infiltrating our Twitter streams, RSS updates and blog posts. I am, of course talking about Comic Con. I, like many of you, will not be attending.
It's not for lack of trying, though. The amount of times that I've pitched the Comic Con experience under the guise of "content research" to the powers that be here at Motivators is innumerable, but the conversation seemingly ends up going something like this:
Me: It's a valuable opportunity to check out what great TV related promotional products are out there. What are shows doing to reach out to their fans? What's hot in terms of TV merch this year? This is completely work related.
Boss: Will that guy from Bones be there?
Me: Yes.
Boss: No.
Apparently, no matter how many awesome custom tote bags, custom room keys, custom water bottles and other things will be given out at "that thing in San Diego" the powers that be are content with letting me sit in my corner and blog about what everyone else is getting (including close to David Boreanaz.) Unrelated sidenote: my iPod just started playing Never Gonna Give You Up. I think it sensed I was on the verge of tears and is trying to cheer me up, but I digress.
So my fellow nerds, I implore you to remember something this week. As you sit on the couch in your mom's basement or at your desk with one of your dual monitors dedicated to your comic-con twitter list remember that there are journalists out there doing their damndest to get the best scoop for you. Without folks like Michael Ausiello, Marisa Roffman, Alan Sepinwall, the teams at Give Me My Remote, Zap2It, Entertainment Weekly, TV Guide, Fancast and more, we wouldn't have half the scoop we're going to be getting.
Sure, we'd have the attendees regular updates and with the fabulous invention of that stalking service known as Twitter, this information as easy to follow as ever. But, the journalists have learned the art of what I like to call "twit-scooping." They can get primo scoop in 140 characters.
Even better, they have that wonderful little press pass, which gives them up close and personal access to your favorite celebs and showrunners. One word: twit-pics! They'll go ask some ballsy questions trying to get scoop...and they're doing it all for you.
For you, the guy on the couch in your mom's basement.
For you, the guy trying to stealthily hide the fact that underneath that three piece suit, you are a giant dweeb.
For you, the blogger who could be writing about all the swag that you're getting because it actually does relate to your job but your bosses are too busy being concerned with the fact that you could be a "liability" if you're in the same room as David Boreanaz. (Ok, that's mostly me and I'm mostly kidding.)
Seriously though, before we all attack them with more questions and use them as our venting/griping/whining/complaining/sounding boards let's say one big giant Thank You to every journalist that will be walking amongst guys dressed as Wookies just for the scoop on our favorite shows. May you all live long and prosper.
And just remember, every tweet that gets sent you to that says "I hate you!" really means I love you. Now if you'll all excuse me, I've got to get back to weeping in my corner.
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