I went to the New York Comic Con and all I got was this giant armload of books to read.

Even the Imperial Go-fers got to wear the cool plastic armor.

Back from the New York Comic Con and am readjusting to life again in a normal, relatively undorky world. I only went for two days, but am still completely exhausted, which only leads me to believe that going to San Diego would kill me. Good to know, I suppose.

Anyway, I took copious notes, because I'm that kind of nerd, but I managed to leave them all at home tonight, so the recounting of my particular con experience will have to wait for another day or two. In the meantime, you can settle for looking at my pictures if you're so inclined. Or, you can just settle for perusing the "F'n Metal!" series. Whatever makes you happy.


  1. You should have come found me, Mister Trusty. I like meeting other bloggers-- saw Richard from Estoreal and spoke with Ron from galleycat. The whole thing is exhausting though.

  2. I wanted to, but there was never a good time. Whenever I'd see you in passing, one or the other of us was wrapped up in conversation with someone else, so there was never a good time. Some other con, I guess! :)