I wish I could say this was exaggerated in any way, but it’s not. They weren’t even that expensive. I think about those stackable bears constantly and not buying them is my single regret from C2E2.
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There’s something so unique about friendships that begin online and then finally get to exist in physical space. You’re meeting for the first time, but you also know them. And it’s one of my favorite things. Saying C2E2 was a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
They disappeared down the aisle, and I never saw them again. They are a pure soul, and I wish them only the best in life.
Someone out there is gonna be like, “Emily, you picked up calling everything “boy” because of all of the MBMBaM and Monster Factory you listen to/watch” and while that’s not totally incorrect, Thiol has been a garbage trash boy long[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Hey! If you’re in the Columbus area, this Friday through Sunday is Matsuricon at the Columbus Convention Center! I’ll be set up in Artist Alley at Table 46: come by and say hi! I’ll have prints, buttons, stickers, physical copies[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
According to the Notes app on my phone, I wrote this bit June 19th, the Sunday we came home from IndyPopCon. I was intending on using it to write a lengthy reflection on the experience, but I think this’ll do[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
…means you’re the one who has the power to immediately take the next exit to that Dairy Queen, gat dang it. (It was in the middle of nowhere and also part of a gas station? Like, the only structure for[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Conventions are kinda like Outback Steakhouse. That is to say: no rules, just right. They are not like Outback Steakhouse in the way where you could get an inexpensive sirloin steak, because God knows con food is always painfully overpriced[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I wasn’t lying when I said the next month and a half was gonna be comics about IndyPopCon. I NEVER BREAK MY WORD
IndyPopCon has come and gone, so you know what that means: a solid two months of comics about the crazy junk that happened at IndyPopCon. This isn’t even the tip of the iceburg, my friends.