ConnectiCon
Within the next 30 hours, I should have all installments of my epic in ConnectiCon. While my notes were not quite as detailed as my time in North Carolina, there’s plenty of pictures to make up for that. And by plenty, I’m talking in the three digits.
I’ll be breaking up the action into each day, as well as some chunks of photo-bloggity. In all, it was a blast of a convention and has locked down my need to make another appearance there next year.
It’s a young convention overall, but it’s growing in such a fantastic way. There’s a huge heaping amount of love for webcomickers, and webcomickers show the love back for this one.
Day 0
Technically, I should start at about Day -1, also known as last Wednesday. In theory, I had about 3 weeks to get ready for this bout of convention season. Naturally, most all preparations didn’t really get started until Monday, and nothing was ready to go when Wednesday started. I had a few side projects for friends that took a chunk of the time, but that’s just how I roll. So no regrets there.
I spent most of Wednesday burning off my fingertips (also known as making magnets and flags), packing, and thanking my lovely wife for saving my bacon and getting all needed provisions. It was an exhausting day, and it made us sleep in Thursday. We both had Thursday through Sunday off, so a late start to Day 0 was fine.
We started heading north from Baltimore before noon, hopefully getting past New York City by 4 p.m. Naturally, New Jersey had other ideas. I had two wrong ideas about logic and roads. Apparently, if a highway going north dead-ends to another road, it doesn’t need to actually continue going north. In fact, south is a perfectly acceptable direction. The other wrong-headed idea of mine? A road called an interstate (latin for ability to cross through multiple states with as little local culture as possible) doesn’t actually have to keep crossing through states, even if it’s one of the largest north-south interstates in the nation. I grew up in California and on I-5. I knew that going north took me all the way to Canada, and south got me to Mexico. But I-95, not so much.
When we finally got outside of smelling range of New Jersey, we got the New York welcome by trying to cross the George Washington at 5:30 p.m. And yeah, that was fun.
It took some doing, but I was able to remind myself that we were the makers of our own destiny. When I-95 turned into a stop-and-go amusement ride of traffic, Kendra and I were able to just pull off the road, sit on a beach for a while, and dip our toes in the Atlantic Ocean.
When we finally made it into Hartford, the check-in was smooth and the bodies were exhausted. We shambled over to the closest restaurant we could find, the City Steam Brewery Café. It turned out to be quite the nice grub source.
Next up is Day 1, the Beginning.
I’ll be breaking up the action into each day, as well as some chunks of photo-bloggity. In all, it was a blast of a convention and has locked down my need to make another appearance there next year.
It’s a young convention overall, but it’s growing in such a fantastic way. There’s a huge heaping amount of love for webcomickers, and webcomickers show the love back for this one.
Day 0
Technically, I should start at about Day -1, also known as last Wednesday. In theory, I had about 3 weeks to get ready for this bout of convention season. Naturally, most all preparations didn’t really get started until Monday, and nothing was ready to go when Wednesday started. I had a few side projects for friends that took a chunk of the time, but that’s just how I roll. So no regrets there.
I spent most of Wednesday burning off my fingertips (also known as making magnets and flags), packing, and thanking my lovely wife for saving my bacon and getting all needed provisions. It was an exhausting day, and it made us sleep in Thursday. We both had Thursday through Sunday off, so a late start to Day 0 was fine.
We started heading north from Baltimore before noon, hopefully getting past New York City by 4 p.m. Naturally, New Jersey had other ideas. I had two wrong ideas about logic and roads. Apparently, if a highway going north dead-ends to another road, it doesn’t need to actually continue going north. In fact, south is a perfectly acceptable direction. The other wrong-headed idea of mine? A road called an interstate (latin for ability to cross through multiple states with as little local culture as possible) doesn’t actually have to keep crossing through states, even if it’s one of the largest north-south interstates in the nation. I grew up in California and on I-5. I knew that going north took me all the way to Canada, and south got me to Mexico. But I-95, not so much.
When we finally got outside of smelling range of New Jersey, we got the New York welcome by trying to cross the George Washington at 5:30 p.m. And yeah, that was fun.
It took some doing, but I was able to remind myself that we were the makers of our own destiny. When I-95 turned into a stop-and-go amusement ride of traffic, Kendra and I were able to just pull off the road, sit on a beach for a while, and dip our toes in the Atlantic Ocean.
When we finally made it into Hartford, the check-in was smooth and the bodies were exhausted. We shambled over to the closest restaurant we could find, the City Steam Brewery Café. It turned out to be quite the nice grub source.
Next up is Day 1, the Beginning.
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