- Nick
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You made several very good observations there…man, if there is ever a year when I actually make it to all them parties I hear about (though Whitney Matheson’s meetup was excellent)…

I never did make it to the Hyatt Bar this year…I had this giant loaner laptop for some work assignments, and I was too tired to go back to the hotel to put it back, then head out AGAIN…to be fair, this probably stopped me from dropping dead of exhaustion…

The convention IS different for everybody…each year I try to give myself as close to a complete experience as I can. And I do pretty well — thanks to Whitney and some good timing, I got into the HEROES panel, the Warner Brothers one, and the screenings for CHUCK and PUSHING DAISIES, both of which are a lot of fun. But there’s such an insane mass of stuff going on that there’s ALWAYS going to be something you miss that you didn’t know about, or just couldn’t make it out to see. On Sunday, I had this damn problem where I really needed to eat something, but I kept avoiding leaving the con for hope of meeting ONE more cool person (this did happen, repeatedly).

Also, I share your pain over the Dallas/Fort Worth airport. My plane had a connecting flight there, and we had to circle the airport for 45 minutes. Then, after I was nauseated by one of those connecting monorails, my flight was stuck on the runway for nearly an hour and a half due to weather, a failed battery light, and 30 planes in front of us. We had a contingent of schoolkids coming back from some big Australia trip, and this was the last leg of their journey…!

Finally, so I have some braggin’ rights in the hood, links to a couple of my sketches:

You and Kristian should have totally pretended to be married. If the convention was in Canada, folks might have even believed you.

THAT would have been fun.

Ah, you just need a refreshed course from your Canadian teacher in the art of imbibing. You also need the right liquor. The day will come again when I will finally get back to San Diego to share another bottle of Old Sam, a dirty, sweet elixir brewed in Guyana and bottled in Newfoundland.

Remember that from the 2003 con, Randy? Hmm… we drank a lot of that rum; maybe you don’t remember.

I can’t drink anymore either, in my late teens (drinking age was 18 back then) and twenties I could drink all night and be fine the next day, but those days are long gone.