My blisters can beat up your blisters.

In the hotel in San Diego, where I Just got back in from sitting by the sea, wherein I made a lighting pylon thing into my personal throne of illumination and pontificated about many things, including my upcoming Hulk epic “Hulk Fights Molecules,” which will certainly owe nothing at all to the Kochalka strip about Hulk fighting rain. I didn’t have the time to make it to anything besides the comics blogger panel and take a late lunch with Jenn and convince her that yes, I should get to walk away with one of her two awesome children. (Two problems with this plan: she likes them both and she says they’ll get larger, making them less like puppies and more like people. Bah.)

About the comics blogger panel: Spurgeon wins the grand prize by positing that, in fact, comics blogging is not hard work, especially compared to the foundry work performed when he was younger. Butcher wins the Slightly Bitchy But Really Quite Charming award for calling people on their not calling bluffs from publishers. Graeme gets the I Am Very Nice And Don’t You Love My Accent award for being nice and having an accent, and Heidi wins for keeping things moving pretty darn nicely. It was a panel that could have lasted another hour, easily.

BOOM! Studios has been great. If you’re reading this and plan on being on the floor of San Diego Comic-Con, swing by booth 1531 and give them shekels, drachmas, pennies, or whatever else you have around. Ross Richie is not proud, people! He’ll cash anything!

I am seeing double, so I must retire. Thanks to my dinner and drinking company – I adore you all, especially Ms. P, who was once the only woman I didn’t know that read my blog, but now is not so unknown!