You know Comic-Con has turned a corner when a vendor hawks cologne for geeks. The box for this Star Trek-inspired perfume called Red Shirt reads: “Because tomorrow may never come.”
Check out my Con article for FilmInFocus:
The Comic-Con volunteer working the registration desk has seen most every character in the universe pick up their badge, from the Green Lantern to Alice in Wonderland. “But it was the girl in the French maid outfit carrying an Uzi had me scratching my head,” she says. “Bless her, but her generous body just wasn’t built for that get-up.” Yet that is Comic-Con — a celebration of secret joys made public. And while its geek growth has made it a target of Letterman and Leno, genre lovers come here to be loved no matter how they look.
And loved they are.
In full here.