All week I’ve been warned, by battle-scarred San Diego veterans, very sternly to fear the dawning of Saturday morning. In years past, Saturday has always been the single most crowded day, and I’ve been hearing the darkest prophecies about it: that almost 120,000 attendees are expected on Saturday alone, as many as on all previous days put together. At trumpet’s call and lifting of the drawbridge this morning, things are still quiet enough that I can stop to report, but I already hear the sounds of heavily costumed, armored, and weaponed reinforcements in the distance. Right now I wish I had a really large light saber.