Tomorrow the Con starts. Today, I did Not Much.
Bob and I drove Ingersoll the Younger to the airport and then headed down to San Diego. Well, Bob drove and I slept. But we were both in the car.
I hate Bob by the way. Why? Well, not only does he handle booking the hotel, not only does he get us a great rate, especially by Comic-Con standards, but then he books us a block from Ghiradelli!
I have few weaknesses. Coffee. Battlestar Galactica. Any female Joss Whedon casts in one of his projects. And above them all, chocolate. Especially Ghiradelli chocoolate. Specifically their peanut butter chocolate flavor, not that I stopped by the place on my way back to the hotel tonight. Heck, no.
I met up with Paul Merolle, he of the Toon Tumblers. And with his and Bob's help, I hauled all my stuff into the convention center. And then I went to dinner with Bill Williams, Mark Buckingham, and Brad No Last Name. Okay, I just didn't catch it. But I will tomorrow and I will post it then. Promise. Bill is the brains behind Lone Star Press, for whom I do a lot of work. It's always good to see him in person.
Then later we met up with Bill Willingham, who does a little book called Fables. You may have heard of it.
Anyway, the show is half a day away from starting, and yet I'm already having good dinners and great conversations. And more than a few Coronas.
Tomorrow's the last day I get to sleep in at all before the carnage begins, so I'm going to cut this now and get me some sleep. More tomorrow.