Here I am. Working over my computer. Trying to get midnight tickets. Shows are selling out faster than fat people grabbing free donuts at the Krispy Kreme.
The theater is promising to show the moving in every theater if needed. It’s a Megaplex with 18 screens. 18 F’ing screens!! All may be sold out.
The line was rumored to have started weeks, or in the least, days before the lights will go down. It’s madness. Complete madness. There are thousands of screaming fans. Some are dressed up. Most are wearing T-shirts and waiving props around. They spend hours speaking geek about the movies; the characters; the creatures; the love triangle.
Don’t get me started on the merchandising. There are action figures; clothing; magazines; posters; key chains; pillow cases; underwear; sticker books; Dixie cups and card games.
Oh, did you think I was talking about Star Wars? Hell no! This insanity is Harry Fraking Potter. Where and how did it all start? In my day, this kind of excitement was called Star Wars, dammit!!
So, I got the tickets purchased. My daughter has been bouncing off walls for weeks. This is her Woodstock. Mine was a dual trilogy in a galaxy far, far away. I want to piss all over this Hogwarts stuff. It ticks me off its bigger than Star Wars. Amazed, how a little book about wizards became a trillion dollar empire. And an EVIL one at that!
The bright side: I’ll be waiting in line while reading a Star Wars book. Take that Harry!
Denver Comic Con
