Yeah, so, the Spouse and I are off to Comic-Con, where we’ll be crammed into an exhibit hall a third of a mile long with tens of thousands of speculators and cosplayers and the occasional cartoonist. And you shouldn’t take my grousing too seriously: fun will be had, of a serious and determined sort, and I don’t doubt that photographic evidence will surface after the fact that makes or breaks more than one reputation.
We will also talk comics, I imagine. At least once.
If you’re in the neighborhood, drop by: I’ll be spending at least some of my time at Tranquility Base, where Jenn’s hooked up with Scott McCloud, Patrick Farley, Daniel Merlin Godbrey, and Tracy White. That’s Booth #1230, across from the Image Comics pavilion, which will include a booth for Flight. Plus I’m sure at least a third of the Pants Press will be in the vicinity at any one time. Should be a blast.
I’ll leave you with a pointer to the latest review of Jenn’s Dicebox, and contrary to Kevin’s snark, I’ve got no nits to pick. (Where on earth did I get this reputation for persnicketiness?) —Anyone who realizes an opinion formed in the middle of a work-in-progress will doubtless be changed by later readings of later material is A-OK in my book. (And anyway, us critics ought to stick together.)