So… yeah. This is where this whole convention experience gets… weird, in ways that really aren’t conducive to the comic treatment. I didn’t really think I was THAT worn out while going into this weekend, but on Saturday I just CRASHED. As you can see, the room they put the museum in had this sort of kitchen area in the back that we were using for storage. No, I have no idea why whatever office the room had previously been used for would need a partial kitchen, but that’s beside the point. At first, I went back there to be the one swapping out records on the turn table. Then I decided to start working on penciling out comics, as long as I wasn’t doing anything else. Then I just… didn’t come back out. At all. Seriously, I blew the whole rest of Saturday tucked away in a room within a room. I seriously did end up nodding off multiple times during the day, despite around two dozen media players all blasting content mere inches from me. I was just GONE.
It’s actually a bit part of why this whole set of comics has taken as long as it has to finish. I actually had to chuck out or at least re-work a lot of the material I had, because I was writing stuff about Friday with the expectation that they’d be the lead-up to even bigger stuff from Saturday… and I wound up with DIDDLY SQUAT from Saturday. Like, I finally went back to the hotel room and went to bed at, like, eight o’clock or something. Practically the middle of the afternoon in convention terms. So, yeah, after going back over everything and working through what I had, there’s only gonna be, like, two more pages after this. And that’s to cover Sunday, when I finally managed to wake back up.
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