A skeleton crew is what came back Who lived through mutiny, plague and flak
Well I am back from A-kon. The con was alright, thought the table location this year was out of the way from the main Artist Alley and from what I'd heard from some folks was they couldn't find me until the very end and didn't even know there was another section of the Artist Alley.
Though I did manage to survive, hilariously it seemed this con was bound determined to confuse me by buying out all the things that I normally don't sell too much of and ignoring the stuff that I expected to sell. But ah well, thus is life.
Though as per usual I met lots of cool people and as per usual I'm paranoid that everyone who met me is convinced I am mildly retarded. At cons my eloquence tends to wear out sometime in the middle of Saturday, after that all my people skills are running on fumes. So for the lovely people I met after that I hope no one judged me too harshly.
The trip home back from Dallas was the most eventful one I'd had in a long time. This was my first time driving myself to and from a convention, and the trip up went by more or less without a hitch.
However after getting out of Dallas on Sunday I noticed my car was starting to run hot and the engine wasn't cooling down. We hurriedly pulled off into a town and got my father the engineer on the phone. M parents came up to get me and my friend Karen, so we ended up cooling our heels in a 24 hour burger joint for 3 or 4 hours waitng for them.
The end diagnosis is Abe Sapien my beloved station wagon needed a new radiator and thermostat. My car is still being worked on at the Ford dealership in that town. My mom stayed behind to turn in the car and my dad drove me and Karen back to Spring. We were all tired, and short tempered and about ready to keel over so I ended up talking about the history of animation in general and Disney studios specifically until I got too car sick to talk.
But now I'm back home and have had some sleep under my belt and am feeling much better. Though I'm still exhausted and tomorrow or the next day we have to go back on a 3 or 4 hour trip to pick Abe up from the dealership.
In the mean time I'm mentally recharging, and hilariously enough I'm stoked to do more work. I might start hacking at the script for The Project again or just keel over again.
Though I did manage to survive, hilariously it seemed this con was bound determined to confuse me by buying out all the things that I normally don't sell too much of and ignoring the stuff that I expected to sell. But ah well, thus is life.
Though as per usual I met lots of cool people and as per usual I'm paranoid that everyone who met me is convinced I am mildly retarded. At cons my eloquence tends to wear out sometime in the middle of Saturday, after that all my people skills are running on fumes. So for the lovely people I met after that I hope no one judged me too harshly.
The trip home back from Dallas was the most eventful one I'd had in a long time. This was my first time driving myself to and from a convention, and the trip up went by more or less without a hitch.
However after getting out of Dallas on Sunday I noticed my car was starting to run hot and the engine wasn't cooling down. We hurriedly pulled off into a town and got my father the engineer on the phone. M parents came up to get me and my friend Karen, so we ended up cooling our heels in a 24 hour burger joint for 3 or 4 hours waitng for them.
The end diagnosis is Abe Sapien my beloved station wagon needed a new radiator and thermostat. My car is still being worked on at the Ford dealership in that town. My mom stayed behind to turn in the car and my dad drove me and Karen back to Spring. We were all tired, and short tempered and about ready to keel over so I ended up talking about the history of animation in general and Disney studios specifically until I got too car sick to talk.
But now I'm back home and have had some sleep under my belt and am feeling much better. Though I'm still exhausted and tomorrow or the next day we have to go back on a 3 or 4 hour trip to pick Abe up from the dealership.
In the mean time I'm mentally recharging, and hilariously enough I'm stoked to do more work. I might start hacking at the script for The Project again or just keel over again.