Yesterday at WonderCon was way more crowded than Friday but, at least in the parts of it that I traversed, it wasn't unpleasantly crowded. There were a lot more happy people there and that made for a happier room but not one that I had trouble getting around in. I didn't see all of it and probably won't…but what I did note was much less emphasis on current comics from DC and Marvel and a lot more exhibitors exhibiting products of which someone probably said, "You know, this might sell well to the kind of people who buy comic books." There also seemed to be a lot of Mystery Boxes for sale. I may write something here in the next few days about the mystique of Mystery Boxes.
Another observation: The longer you're at a convention these days, the more everyone starts looking like a Funko Pop figurine of themselves. Everyone's head just gets wider and wider.
Lots of great cosplayers to see. If someone makes one of those videos of most of the cosplayers modeling their "cos," I'll try to link to it. I saw costumes that their makers must have been working on since the last WonderCon or maybe the one before it. (And the one before it was 2019.)
I did my customary Jack Kirby Tribute Panel to a packed room and later in the day, was back in the same room (only now even more packed) for the also-customary Cartoon Voices Panel. I was almost late for the latter due to one of those security folks who thinks his assignment is to stop you from going through the most convenient door and instead take the least convenient route. I couldn't even understand the way he wanted me to go…some path that I think would have taken me through the Haunted Mansion ride — and not even the one at Disneyland, a mile away. It was either the one at Disney World in Florida or Disneyland Tokyo. It took every verbal skill I learned watching all those Sgt. Bilko episodes to get him to let me pass.
I'm heading out now for a breakfast meeting. I'll be back later to write more about yesterday and today. That is, unless that same security guard won't let me back into this hotel without re-routing me through Knotts Berry Farm. I'd prefer Disneyland because by then, I might be in the mood for a Dole Whip.