Portland was amazing. Photos, mostly not mine, to follow soon.
One more episode (digression: are these “episodes?” “installments?” “chapters?” anyway, there’s one, or maybe two, left), then something a little different.
Update: Ooh, see Ann for some delightful notes we found in the Sweetpea Bakery. Actually, I found them and she photographed them, so it was kindof a team effort. (Either that, or she stole my frag.)
…Best. Con. Ever. Awesome, social, and incredibly exhausting. I’ll write more on it later, when I’m less exhausted and less at work.
We handed out the OSWBEOU fliers there, though not as many as we should have. Accordingly, we have a ton of the black-backed fliers left. (If anyone wants to flier a con somewhere, let me know.)
What it actually said: “The courage to be great lies deep within each of us.”
What I thought it said: “There continue to be great lies deep within each of us.”
I think this prophetic pastry is working too well.
Back from Comic con, with a bunch of stuff, including five comics, three t-shirts (Slusho-what?), and a cold, the last of which I am attempting to return, with some success.
The con was brilliant, and also strange in a way that I’ll likely write about when I’ve had a chance to process it a bit more. We saw Stardust (the film), which is lovely in a rather different way than Stardust (the book). I went to the Alison Bechtel spotlight, where she read from Fun Home, which it turns out that I must read, if only I can find a copy of it. Sugar Shock is a lot of fun, Beowulf looks pretty, and I actually have hope that I might see a Death film in my lifetime. Also, many more tidbits, which I’ll probably mention as I remember them.
We now return to your regularly scheduled programming. Or will, as soon as a fresh post precipitates out of the ether.
We’re off to Comic-con (and a few other places).
Whee!
I might blog a bit from the road, otherwise, I’ll be back in a week.