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.
Sorry for the lack of proper comic this week! Alex, LiZz, and I are at IndyPopCon this weekend! If you see us, say hi! (Also, I have some NSP and Game Grumps miniprints on me to give away huehuehue) See[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…