Let me tell you a story: in March 2006, hotel sales began for that year’s San Diego Comic-Con at noon eastern time. I logged into the sales Web site, picked a few likely hotels, went out to lunch, called Amanda to get her opinions on where we might like to stay, returned to the day job and attended an hour-long meeting, and booked the room at about 3 p.m. Flip ahead about two months, when I realized, “Huh… if we’re gonna actually do this, I should book a flight and get, you know, passes to the actual Goddamned convention…” and I logged in and got four-day passes without a hitch.

That was 2006, and our first SDCC. It is now 2012. Passes for this year’s SDCC went on sale yesterday at 11 a.m. eastern time. By 11:30 a.m., all four-day passes were sold out. By straight-up noon? Tough luck, Charlie; yer either in or yer out.

Morgan Spurlock is one of those documentary directors that, like Michael Moore, makes my dad act like the sharp edge of his jock just poked through his jockeys and mutter about “liberal bias,” and “stilted opinions,” and “I like supersized fries, Goddammit.” My dad prefers the editorial vision of, say, a Sean Hannity… the difference between Spurlock and Hannity being that if Hannity showed up at SDCC he’d be roofied for spite, with videos of a line of furries angrily yiffing his leg soon to follow on YouTube. When Spurlock goes, he gets a documentary about it.

The flick is called Comic-Con Episode IV: A Fan’s Hope, and it follows a few attendees around the con (if memory serves, based on the Alien facehugger freebie masks that people are waving around, it looks like at least some of it was filmed at the 2010 convention), and provides a general sense of what it’s like to be there… minus the terminal exhaustion, unexplained physical breakdowns, and unless the film costs $1,500 to attend with another $1,200 for snacks, the cost.

Regardless, you can get a taste by checking out the movie’s trailer after the jump.