So, other than missing the My Little Pony panel by about 20 feet--I only got there an hour early, y'see, and they'd pretty much filled the room by then--the San Diego Comic Con was a blast. And I mean that in the sense that it shared a number of that same characteristics as being shot point blank with a cannon: noisy, hot, and not without a certain amount of pain. Still, I had a lovely time, and many thanks to VanMojo and Hawthorn Tree for letting me slump into semi-consciousness each night on their sofa.
Fifty-Eight - Many Happy Returns
