(Historical Notes: Okay, now, see, THIS comic I like.  I may have been too scared to make my feelings known about conventions, but I definitely felt free to be honest about the District of Columbia.  DC really is the horrible ex that I never got over and won’t shut up about.  But hey, from a creative standpoint, having too much to say is probably better than bending over backwards to avoid saying anything at all.  And really, the fact that I kept blowing pre-con to go wander around town rather than stay at the event I was ostensibly there to cover says a lot by itself.  Oh, and look at Past Me trying to slip that new ConCONcon shirt into as many pages as possible so I could plug the store!)