Maybe Next Year
Right now, ladies in trim uniform should be cradling sackets of roasted legumes for my sole consumption... but no, here I am typing on Sam's beastly keyboard, crushing each key with force to break through the progressive layers of carbonated resin. It resembles Dr Pepper, but suspended within are the souls of a thousand animal crackers and oreos. The resounding CRunCK of each key smashing flat is deliciously satisfying, but I think I have some pop shards stuck in my finger.
So, you guys are stuck with me for the next week while Sam and those other fancy guys party on at Comic-Con. They might be having a good time n' all, but we're a team.
Team Maybe Next Year!
The convention sure did sneak up on me. It's hard to believe that I'll be hanging out in San Diego in only a couple of days. I haven't been stateside since the mid-ninties!
As the banner above exclaims, I've put together a little webpage with information about our convention location, and about the book I have made. You can view it right here!
The current storyline continues on Wednesday and ends on Friday. I'm not sure whether it will be Claire or myself handling the ranting chores for the next update... it depends on how early I have to leave for the airport! Either way, I'll see some of you at the con and speak to the rest when I get back. Wish me luck!