The San Diego Comic Con was awesome this year. I surprised Jana with a copy of the new Scott Pilgrim Volume 6, which we both read on the plane on the way down. Our friend Drew picked us up at the airport and provided massages all the way to the convention center. And many of you came by to pick up copies of our new book, Large Print. Thanks!
Ryan Haggerty stopped by to tell me about Ryan’s Comics. Last year it was his dream, now it’s an amazing comic store.
Jim and Kyle of Kirby Krackle signed their latest CD, E for Everyone, for my daughter. She’s singing Ring Capacity right now.
Kathleen and I finished Jana’s conversion to the geek side at W00tstock 2.4, where we fell in love with Marian Call, Molly Lewis, the phallic astronomy of Phil Plait, and, of course, Wil Wheaton. The entire show is available legally, in 10 minute chunks, on youtube.
Bought the perfect gift and the ugliest gift ever. (I can’t even find a picture. It’s that ugly. Imagine if you tried to make a 14” plush Jabba the Hutt, but for some reason shaped it like a giant, motile gamete).
The costumes. (Thanks for taking pictures again, Hawk!)
But my personal highlight was talking to Megan Whalen Turner! She came by with her son to buy a book, and mentioned she was a writer (her badge was turned around so I couldn't read it). Then she told me she wrote The Thief, one of my favorite YA books, and I literally started bouncing. I even got the chance to gush to her about how much I liked her latest book, A Conspiracy of Kings. (Jana was embarrassed for me.)