Monday, July 21, 2003 At Comic-Con, I did not: make out with anyone famous get a lot of sleep get any work done whatsoever see Eliza Dushku stop myself from buying Spiderman comics find true geekboy love see the end of the Angel writers panel successfully toss a novelty bottlecap into a large bucket in order to win a pack of Battlestar Galatica playing cards make any new connections to help me on the path towards being the hottest comic book writer in the industry avoid making a squealy fangirl of myself in front of Michael Chabon avoid making a squealy fangirl of myself at any other point stay awake through the Eisners eat real food. And now, I have to work straight through the next three days, go to a family reunion, and avoid wanting to die. Fortunately, Comic-con taught me that I don't need TV or internet to survive -- I need money to survive. Thank you, Comic-con, for reminding me. It seems I got a ton of hits off the LXG thing I wrote last week, which is just awesome beyond the telling of it. Thanks again to Jessa for linking, and thanks to everyone else for stopping by (presuming, of course, that you bothered to come back). If anyone out there is a member of Total Fark -- is there some way for me to see what the hell people at Total Fark were saying about the LXG thing? Because that'd be swell. There will be more Comic-con later. Much more. One word: jpgs. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.