San Diego Comic-Con: Tarzan, Peanuts and Just a Touch of Chainmail

Cheers, babies! It's me, Miss Hannah Hart, ghostdame of the Hotel del Coronado and it's June: that bonkers-beautiful time of year in San Diego. It means summer's mere days away and Comic-Con's a mere month away!

No one is more excited than yours truly ... well, okay. I imagine there are some nibbling their fingernails a tad more than I. After all, part of the appeal of our Comic-Con is that it's in glorious San Diego. I get to live here year round, kids, haunting my dilly of a Hotel Del. If you're zinging your way here for the Con and it's your first time in San Diego, we welcome you, one and all! 'Tis no place in Cali quite like San Diego. Even the dearly departed Godfather of Comic Books, Richard Alf, knew that! Sunnier than San Francisco, cheaper than Santa Barbara, friendlier than L.A. and cleaner than Anaheim, why wouldn't we welcome the world? Whilst you're in town, may I heartily suggest Nerdcore Night at famed The Ruby Room in Hillcrest?

If you're still looking for a hotel, I feel true pity, ya mooks. Whilst an average $560.00-$730.00/night seems lofty at my Hotel del Coronado, it's a regal steal compared to some of the fleabag dumps near the airport: real slimy, 1-star m-m-m-motels charging upwards of $569.00/night during the week of SDCC!!! That should be criminal. It's easily extortion and trust me, I lived in Beantown during Prohibition. I know all about mob behavior. If you have a room at all, huzzah for you!