Caught the Comic Bug
This weekend was the big pooh-bah Comic Con in San Diego, and what fantastic thing did I get? Strep throat. Bah!! I just know it was some comic geek's cooties... it HAD to be. My throat started scratching and burning by Saturday night - yay, fun!
Since then, I have been living in a haze of Chloraseptic spray and Big Sticks. Yay, fun! I thought that maybe I was dying briefly on Sunday morning when I woke up and it was bright but hazy, like you'd see through a fever, and I was sweaty and the whole room seemed stale and horrible and through my plugged up ears I could hear a faint 'whish' kind of noise -- I thought for sure I was experiencing brain damage. Pretty close, instead it was a crazy lightning storm outside that had knocked out the power (thus, no A/C, thus the stale air...). It was surreal. Plus, I think I really did have a fever. So I bunkered down with the fan and some movies (too dizzy to read) and slumped on the bed all day. It was awful. Monday was slightly better, even though I was SUPER LAME and went to work on Sunday to pick up my laptop so I could work from home, with my cough drops and pajama pants.
But anyway, the convention was great! Traffic was terrible, as usual, but we made it in time for Ryan's signing at the Spawn booth. That was cool. There were a lot of people in the booth and a lot of bustle on the 'back side' but the guys probably signed over 100 autographs during the hour, it was crazy! We spent the last couple of hours strolling the floor, mostly looking at stuff (I didn't even buy ANYTHING, which is unusual for me). I posted my pictures on Flickr, but I haven't had a chance yet to go through them all and properly orient the sideways ones... maybe tomorrow.
In other news, Ryan & I have moved into the 21st Century : we now have DSL (no more 56k dial-up!) AND caller ID. I suppose now we're going to have to used to all these new fangled technologies like talking picture shows and ditch the rotary dial phone. I feel so 1880's.
