That’s like a drool eel coming out of his face. Blech!
Maybe I’m just getting older, but I’m finding it more and more difficult to snap back to reality after cons. It used to just take a work day to get reoriented to the “real world.” It’s taking me much longer. Spending a weekend celebrating comics and nerdom with friends is unbelievably rewarding. So many of my friends are creators that I don’t get to see that often. Hell, I hardly see the ones who live near me. So the con becomes this big stupid family reunion.
And then it’s done.
We pack up our shit and head back to the trenches for another month or two or three until we get to poke our heads back out into the sun and reunite once more.
Never been one for family reunions. But I’d like to hang out with my comicking family more often. Once or twice a year? That’s bullshit.