Dallas ComicCon is this Saturday. Do I want to go alone this year? Possibly get trampled by a flock of cosplay geeks? Get squished by the autograph seeking hoards? Get mauled by children in Darth Maul costumes? Get washed downstream in a Dallas flash flood? Get asphyxiated on a $20 hot dog? Get rolled by rival cartoon gangs? Ah, who am I kidding-of course I have to go!
Greetings All! I have finished a month working on-site on a top secret project. I was locked in a clean room with no cell phones or internet connection. I haven’t had time to work on cartoons, or even write any. In fact, the whole time I was voyaging to downtown Dallas on a daily basis, I didn’t think of a single funny idea. Downtown Dallas is not funny. Not one bit. Not a thing about it amusing. It took between 45 minutes and two hours to get to work each day. Once there, a primal battle for expensive parking spaces ensued. Then, at lunch time, I had to walk the gauntlet of hobos to get lunch. Never before has walking to get a tasteless Subway sandwich been so dangerous! The project and the people I worked with were the bright point of the last month. They were all great. Downtown Dallas, not so much.
Speaking of things that are really, really, not funny, I had to shop at the Waaaalllll-maht yesterday for hair gel. I always smell the gel (I made a rhyme!) to make sure that I don’t get something that smells like old lady or hooker’s perfume. I opened the lid and gently squeezed the bottle to get the scent to waft to my eager nostrils. Unfortunately, a giant blob of gel shot up my nose! Ugg! I guess the experience wasn’t too bad, because I bought the product.
Hope you all are doing well, and hope to have new goodness for you soon!
winds up dead! What else could happen? Crybaby is very annoying with his constant whining, and perpetual gas. Vader has enough problems breathing without having to have his respirator filter out farts!
The convention last Saturday was a fun experiment in human behavior. I sat down at the end of a freebie line with my sign and money dish, acting like a hobo. Most of the people in the line treated me like a real homeless person! They stared straight ahead, and wouldn’t look at me, for fear that I would talk to them, and possibly ask them for money. Weird! Don’t be afraid folks-it’s just cosplay!
I just broke out the hot glue, and dusted off my Neurotico costume for the free Dallas ComicCon Fan Appreciation Day convention this Saturday in Irving, Texas! After minor repairs on the paper mache head, and some Fabreze sprayed on my clothes, I am ready to go!
Woo hoo-my shirt and giveaway art are off at the printer! Now all I need to do is finish my giant paper mache head, and buy a pair of black pants from the thrift shop and I will be ready for Dallas ComicCon!
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