Speaking of overpriced: autographs. The entirety of the appeal of a celebrity's name illegibly written in ink has long escaped me. This is not to say I have never engaged in the custom, merely that I have never paid for it. I was prepared to note the absurdity of Mark Hamill charging $100 for his John Hancock, that was until I noted that one of the men who played a Stormtrooper was requesting 25.
130,000 booth babes, costume enthusiasts, and all flavor of nerd crammed into 600,000 square feet. My olfactory senses were not produced to factory standards of quality, for this I am quite thankful.
"Might as well face it, you're a dick with a glove."