Greetings, Fiendish Readers.
Yessir, we just got back up from Columbus after two days of debauchery in that decadent southern paradise we call Ohio...okay, maybe there was only one orgy, and only five people showed up, and nobody was really into it...but still! Hedonism! The Downfall of Midwestern Civilization!
The drive down was pretty harrowing, firstly because of the ice on the freeway (like driving over a glacier, damndest thing I've ever seen) and secondly because the Ohio freeway system is proudly, defiantly, exasperatingly committed to labeling every highway with three or four numbers, and interrupting their ostensibly freeways with traffic lights. We got turned around somewhere south of Findlay and ended up driving through cornfields for an hour before finally picking up 75 again. Honestly I don't think I've ever driven through Ohio without getting lost once; the state likes to suck in outsiders and funnel them into its empty interior, there to circle endlessly until the cracks of doom. Anyway, we finally found Columbus through a combination of mappery, my new smartphone, and strange rituals involving animal blood and chanting. We made it to the Con about three hours late.
Thankfully SPACE was everything we thought it would be: awesome artists, following their passion despite all the obstacles. I hoovered up every business card I could find. The most important part about Cons like this are the connections you make; even if no business comes out of the association, at least you'll have someone you can talk to at the next convention. I gave away more issues of The Human Cannonball than I sold, simply because a) I didn't have any money, and b) I wanted all these cool popular people to have my comic, because basically I'm still a nerdy fifth-grader. Glayvin.
Anyway...great con, great time, I'll tell you more about it later, plus pix. Right now I'm dead on my feet (butt? I'm sitting down...) Stay tuned.
Rick Out.
Yessir, we just got back up from Columbus after two days of debauchery in that decadent southern paradise we call Ohio...okay, maybe there was only one orgy, and only five people showed up, and nobody was really into it...but still! Hedonism! The Downfall of Midwestern Civilization!
The drive down was pretty harrowing, firstly because of the ice on the freeway (like driving over a glacier, damndest thing I've ever seen) and secondly because the Ohio freeway system is proudly, defiantly, exasperatingly committed to labeling every highway with three or four numbers, and interrupting their ostensibly freeways with traffic lights. We got turned around somewhere south of Findlay and ended up driving through cornfields for an hour before finally picking up 75 again. Honestly I don't think I've ever driven through Ohio without getting lost once; the state likes to suck in outsiders and funnel them into its empty interior, there to circle endlessly until the cracks of doom. Anyway, we finally found Columbus through a combination of mappery, my new smartphone, and strange rituals involving animal blood and chanting. We made it to the Con about three hours late.
Thankfully SPACE was everything we thought it would be: awesome artists, following their passion despite all the obstacles. I hoovered up every business card I could find. The most important part about Cons like this are the connections you make; even if no business comes out of the association, at least you'll have someone you can talk to at the next convention. I gave away more issues of The Human Cannonball than I sold, simply because a) I didn't have any money, and b) I wanted all these cool popular people to have my comic, because basically I'm still a nerdy fifth-grader. Glayvin.
Anyway...great con, great time, I'll tell you more about it later, plus pix. Right now I'm dead on my feet (butt? I'm sitting down...) Stay tuned.
Rick Out.
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