Um. Dude. Whoa.
There is suddenly a chance I may be going to ComicCon–my agent is looking into flying me out there, since Nurk is…err…well no jinxing, there, but–dude–and Digger is…err…holy bunnies…I don’t even dare THINK about that–and–um–uh–
Well, anyway, she’d be buying the plane ticket, if it’s not brutally expensive, but she probably can’t get me a hotel room at this late date. So, now I throw myself on the mercy of the blog–are any of you going to ComicCon? Would anyone like a roommate who will sleep on the floor and shower regularly and not eat very much and pay for their chunk of the room? I would likely be arriving Thursday night and leaving Sunday.