I appear to have some photos and I’m going to use them. Shut up. No, really.

Ain’t It Cool? It’s Bleeding Cool!!!

A mini-WEF.

Me writing toss.

Storynotes. That’s where the magic happens.

Dave, Dave, the man who keeps me juiced. Fucking hot girlfriend. No, really. No, REALLY.

William Christensen, the man who pays my mortgage, makes a friend.

Rushing for Green Lantern figures. Probably. I don’t remember this stuff.

Apparently I’m signing something. Not sure what.

CB Celbuski, Marvel’s Talent manager, tolerating me.

DC’s Stuart Moore. You know I pitched Room With A Deja View as the first chapter to a big expansive space opera to him about, ooh, fifteen years ago. I don’t know what I was thinking.

I love America.

No, I really love America. Note Press badge AND Exhibitor badge. Conflict of interest!

Mel Caylo. As convinced of Archaia’s greatness as much as he was convinced of Top Cow’s greatness when he worked for them. PR is a fickle mistress.

Trading business cards with DC’s finest. I’ve got the complete set!

And now so have they!

Me stabbing a Predator with a pen. Only in San Diego.

Sweeney thinks I need a shave. Entire con agrees.

Scott Dunbier shows me proofs of Bloom County book (which includes the oft-missing top tiers of all the Sunday strips

More pages… isn’t this special?

All those rumours at DC Comics were true!

Or not. Seriously, we’re just good friends.

But sometimes…

Just sometimes…

You’ve got to freak out and party!

What can I say, I’m armless.

And again…

The pen is mightier than the cutlass! Arrr I say!
Arrrrrr!
Arrr.
Oh go on then, have a look at the Paul labels slapped on loads of boxes as Comic Con wrapped up. Including early art, logo and a fun Spaced reference.

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