Can’t write good. Brainleeches. I require victuals and coffee like you have read about on the internet.
Finally saw some of the people I’d been meaning to, including Cliff Chiang (oh he drew a lovely thing for me) and Wil Wheaton (who I know through a mutual friend and who is as nice as the day is long and may or may not suspect that pal Josh and I are a couple and I’m pretty sure I insulted him within the first minute) and the Hernandez Brothers (oh Jaime drew a lovely thing for me) and the internet’s very own Carla Hoffman, who came with her husband Lance, who I thought was named Dennis for some reason or another.
The flip side of this is that you never get enough time with a lot of the people you want to see, which is a damned shame because it’s not like they’ve done anything wrong; it’s just too rush-rush-rush. On top of this, my Blackberry was being a total dick and I wasn’t able to turn the damned thing on for a good two-hour stretch. I suspect this may have been because I wanted to see if it would float in a pint glass full of hefeweizen. This was done in the name of science, dammit. Science.
The secret to enjoying SDCC if you’re not tied down to a booth? Long lunches with a friend and his wife and their too-cute toddler son. You relax, enjoy some conversation, and let the din of the con floor fade completely from your ears for a while. Then you go back into the madness and can play “Count The People Costumed Inappropriately For Their Body Type.” I won with 87!
Seriously, what the fuck is up with the goddamn furries? Your miserable, semen-stained costumes make me want to eat a gun each and every time I see one of you. Stop breaking my faith in humanity!
There must be something wrong with me: I am thinking about getting a Small Press table next year and doing some things for the show with both The Rack and BeaucoupKevin.com branded merchandise, such as polo shirts, golf head covers, and an exclusive line of scents for the discerning oh am I just pulling your leg. Probably a mini and some swag for the strip.
Thank god today’s the last day and I can just sort of chill and sleep early tonight. I can’t imagine being in the airport for the great Nerd Exodus like my writing partner Josh is going to be. Honestly, though, waiting in line for some guy with a Death Note costume to explain that no, he’s really not really a death god and the plane won’t go down in flames because of him? Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.
I’m probably not going to update until I’m back in Boston, tomorrow night. Remember to check out The Rack on Monday morning for an all-new strip featuring a slightly recycled gag. If the news from San Diego has proven anything to me, it’s that nerds love the same thing over and over and over with minor variations. Hooray comics!