San Diego - after the fact.

I realize it's a bit late (a week and a half) to be posting ComicCon stuff, but with other mess going on I'm doing good to be awake. Developing the eLearning course for scad is killing me - it just takes too long. Not to mention the round of malaria I suffered through last week - or the aweful trip home (being stuck overnight in texas) - I am officially boycotting American Airlines.
Enough complaining. The convention was good this year profession-wise, so that's good.


The day before the convention we went over to the Hotel del Coronado.






We walked over to the beach as well. I think it was more like we went to the beach and walked over to the hotel.







I noticed a feeble attempt to get grass to grow. I thought it was cute. Our grass grows faster here in Savannah than we can cut it.




Just as last year, we rode the trolly back and forth - just a little further this year. I have decided that San Diego is not for me. I don't like the town that much. I like San Francisco much more. Diego's a little too surfy and beachbummy.




Imagine this line of people times about 30 - then wrap it around the convention center, in the unusually hot and sweaty air. This is the line for those who didn't pre-register. 2 hour wait? 3?





This Bane goober was everywhere I looked. I saw him everyday.




It was great seeing people that I hadn't seen in a while, plus getting to meet lots of new folks. I always enjoy looking at all the cool comics artists out there. I must admit it's mostly nice to not be there for the same things 90% of attendees are. There's never a line to see the people I want to see and everyone wants to talk and likes seeing work and mini-comics.
My favorite finds this year? The Sam and Max sketchbook by Steve Purcell and a cool book from First Second - American Born Chinese by Gene Luen Yang.

I start a new story this week.