Current mood:

chipper

well, everyone else was doing it. . . .
So. . . Tora-Con. Everyone else's done a con review, so I thought I should. Fair warning, though. . . there's a bit of gloating towards the end of this. It only concerns one individual, and anyone who knows me even remotely well knows who.

The Con was awesome. I honestly didn't think I'd have as much fun as I did, being that I've been so worried about it since I agreed to go. But the staff was very kind, incredibly helpful and giving, and though there was an abundance of fanboy and fangirling amongst the congoers themselves, the people were a lot of fun. What's more, I made enough to pay my rent this month. . . which was the worry of the day. And I met a few really awesome artists, all of which I need to keep in contact with. . . .

I'm so bad at e-mailing, contacting and generally. . . talking to people. At all. But I think it's time I crawled out of my corner. Hearing how friendly the other webcomic artists were with the online community was like shock treatment to me. I'm resolved to be afraid of being social no longer. Or at the very least, I'm going to try.

So, I hung out with TONS of folks I haven't seen in awhile, including the Cazenovia Anime Club, Visual Rebellion, The Crack Crew cosplay folks, Rym's crew, Yuko and Brian, even scattered members of the e-board, when they weren't too busy. The panel was fun. . . I was told I had the most 'unique and interesting commentary', and despite being the low man on the comic totem pole once again, I didn't feel quite as meek as I did last year. I got a couple really awesome commissions I'm looking forward to finishing, my table was a neverending party of button-making and doodling, and our 'Poser Mobile' cosplay skit won best skit. . . which lead to quite possibly the most rewarding part of the whole day.

Seeing the look on my ex's face when I walked out of the event he got booted off the staff of, holding the prize in my pocket.

Call me shallow, but there's something to be said for returning a brutal, malicious lie with a big shit-eating grin, and a sense of accomplishment a nobel prize wouldn't match. I win.

And that's the end of my gloating. For good this time, I think. . . . Yes.

Much thanks to the e-board for inviting me. I had a fantastic time. I don't think any of you read this journal. . . but thank you, anyway. And thank you to all who stopped by my table just to chat, or say hi. Good times were had by all. Oh yeah. . . and one more thing. . . .

POSER MOBILE IN THE HIZ-OUSE, YO!