ITEM! Just got out of the “Adapting Comics to Screen” panel (a.k.a. how do we guarantee that we never spend good studio money on another Batman and Robin ever, ever again), and I’m running like mad to get down to the Disney booth. And when I say running like mad, I really mean amblin’ along as best I can while teams of bodyguards cut a swath through the crowd ahead of me. See the pic below that Earnest Irv took of me using my incredible charm, smarm, and forearm to disarm the long-suffering swarm as I get cutsies in line. It’s good to be me! Man alive... it’s only Friday and I’m already sagging worse than Aunt May’s support hose. When is this magilla over with, anyways? Two more days? Yeesh!