- Hyatt, I love you so much, but your conditioner sucks. Could not get my hair under control all weekend.
- Your view, on the other hand, is awesome.
- I roomed with Grant Gould and Anton Peck. Grant’s an old friend and convention buddy; Anton’s a new friend and talented photographer/drawer of robots.
- When ordering Chicago pizza in the future, I need to remember that one stuffed Chicago pizza = two of any other kind of pizza.
- I came away from the convention with three more writing jobs than I had when I got there.
- I affirmed that I suck at maintaining long-distance relationships. There are so many people that I only see once a year at these shows – people whom I love and love talking to – and with all the communications tools at my disposal there’s really no reason that I shouldn’t do a much better job keeping up with them the rest of the year. I need to do a better job at that.
- It was one of the few conventions where I wasn’t completely ready to go home once it was over. Not that I wasn’t excited to see my family; that’s not it. It’s related to that last bullet point about friendship. I don’t know what’s changed between this year and previous conventions, but for whatever reason I felt more connected to the comics community this time. Less like we are all isolated contributors and more like we were all family. Not that everyone knows everyone – or even likes everyone else. Large families don’t always. But I felt more at home than ever before and wasn’t quite ready for that to end.
- Having said that, it’s really good to be home.