Back from the San Diego Comic-Con, always an amazing experience. Always a tiring, soul-sapping, bone aching full of moments of inspiration and joy. Like life, basically. Nerd prom. Shout outs to anyone I saw, regret for those I didn't. Every year is different, this is the year that I had to be driven around by Evon, sorry Evon : l and thank you, Evon. This is also the year I got a lot of stuff together, mentally and so on.
This is the year I sat behind half a dozen tables, that was fun, funner still was the confused looks of people who saw me at most of them. This was the year I got into great conversations with a bunch of people. Talking crab mages with Jerry Holkins, Dark Souls with Ray Fawkes, a crying shame I didn't try to talk about On the Road with anyone who'd read it (does such a soul exist?).
One of the highlights was the Disney Party. Except there was no Disney Party, rather there was a bar full of people thinking it was the Disney Party.
Oh sweet comics madness.