Tomorrow night I’m heading down to Comic-Con International — still lovingly referred to as “San Diego Comic-Con” by some of us — where I’m sure I’ll have many strange late-night encounters either in the halls, outside, or even in the suite I’m sharing with our usual merry band (those strange encounters involving sleep walking, arguments about poker and spilled drinks, and mysterious sleep apparatuses that leave the rest of us listening ominously to “Darth Vader” all night long). Here’s Grant Morrison’s tale of an encounter he had some years ago with “Superman.” (As you can see here, I once had my own encounter of an otherworldly sort at the Con. I have to say, he was more well-fed than I’d been led to expect.)

Before heading down for a full four days of comics, I’ll be seeing a comic of the stand-up sort at the Hollywood Bowl. That would be Eddie Izzard, who apparently is the first stand-up comic  to headline the  Bowl. This feature in tomorrow’s LA Times — which I’m now magically reading and linking to before it’s even tomorrow —  touches on his influences, and on his own impact, and yet somehow leaves out the fact that in our 28 years together, Mr. Izzard is only the second act my wife has insisted that we go see (Prince, on the “Purple Rain” tour, being the first), and that we see him every time he comes to town, in venues of all sizes (including the somewhat-secret 300-seat “tryout” venue on the west side, thank you), much to our mutual delight. So why, for the first time in years, am I leaving so so late on a Wednesday to head down to Comic-Con? Now you know.

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