As you know, each year, about 100,000 nerd type individuals reeking of a combination of Almond Joy bars and and sexual desperation descend upon the San Diego downtown area for the annual pilgrimage of virgins known as Comic-Con. While the mighty convention used to be strictly comic fanboy, it's now grown into a massive Hollywood excursion southward to pimp the shizz out of anything that in any way is the least bit connected to the comic or fantasy action content world. And, yeah, the smell is tremendous.
But, the upside is the bevy of Hollywood starlets now pressed into services before the geek masses, with the flood gates of hotness parting this very day with Kristen Stewart repping Twilight in a surprisingly sexy outfit for her own bad emo downtordden self. She looked remarkably bosomy and up and bare-midriff and actually excited. Must be the unlimited Diet Dr. Peppers available at the convention center. Or, Ben Wa balls. One or the other.