The entire Comic-Con schedule is out at last, and to avoid getting caught up in the madness I've already picked out the things I absolutely can't miss. (I'm skipping just about every panel for a CW-run show. I have no desire to fight for seating with rabid fangirls.) Sixteen panels and my sister's show are all of course on the list, though I suppose somebody will drag me to the Masquerade. I suppose I'll have to have my Trek uniforms dry-cleaned, and decide whether to go as Command or Medical (original series, of course). Also must find the time to lunch with J.J. and Joss, somewhere far far away from the convention center and all the places around it swarming with attendees.