Trying to get my shit together as I prepare for another comic con. I've never been to a huge-ass American con before, and am afraid the sheer scale of it will drive me nuts, but as an amateur anthropologist and frustrated scientific explorer I'll try real hard to make the best out of the experience. Besides, it's fucking New York, so if all else fails and my brain goes into panic mode, I can simply escape the Javits center and hide inside of the Strand, Bergen Street Comics, or the Central park. Maybe just live there forever, hiding in the bushes, eating squirrels and discarded hot dogs.
Meanwhile, the possibility that I might shake the hand who drew Toad Thor is giving me the chills. In a good sense.