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At first, when you immerse yourself in the geekdom of Comic-Con -- usually around the time you first encounter your first Furry-ocelot Legolas discussing the all-day Dual Masters Stompatron Booster Draft with a Jedi warrior wearing Woody Allen glasses -- you suffer a momentary shock, as if your lungs are filling with fluid. You panic; you struggle; you convulse and claw for the surface. ("These... these can't be my people!...") But soon, the convulsions subside, your dormant Nerd-Gills open up and begin rippling smoothly, and once again you are in your element, this great celebration of the imagination. That's right, Bud. Your body remembers!*

And now for some PORN. The Copic Pen company has a booth at Comic-Con:





One hundred fifty dollars for a set of color brush pens.... I've got some serious soul-searching to do this weekend.


*If you recognize the source of this quote, you're a nerd.