Whoa, did you read some of the stuff I read? Man, did I sound depressed.
Comic-Con does beat you up, that much is sure. But it’s still a pretty good show and a pretty good place to be. And, stuff that I may have wrote that sounded dark sounded better if you heard me say it. Then again, if you heard me say it, you were at Comic-Con and probably didn’t need to read a blog about it.
In that way, Comic-Con has changed for me. I used to go to a show full of hope and optimism, and then leave wishing I’d become a plumber. Now, the opposite is true: it starts out rough and by the end of it, there are a lot of possibilities.
What possibilities? Well, possibilities. More than that, I cannot say. Just keep your fingers crossed and pray to whatever God your worship for some things to break my way.
After the show, Charlotte Fullerton, Dwayne McDuffie, Matt Wayne, his wife, and I drove back to LA, but not before stopping at the annual halfway point, the animation writers’ party. It’s pretty informal, and a lot of fun. What’s weird for me these days is ‘m starting to know everyone. I used to go to these parties and meet new and exciting people, and people whose work I loved from afar. Now, I go up to these same people and they know who I am. Or at the very least, could pick me out of a lineup, which is why I didn’t steal that Justice League Unlimited script I saw lying around.
Now, as I write this, I’m in front of the pool at our hotel, on a clear, cool LA night, writing my blog. It’s become kind of a tradition to write these blogs poolside. It’s nice to wind down at night and put your thoughts into words.
My first day in LA was an easy one. Bob and Roger and I grabbed breakfast, and then I retired to the room to do a cover for the Ft. Worth Weekly. We had some drinks, grabbed dinner, and then…
…oh, yeah, my timing power.
It’s become a running joke that I have a “timing power.” The ability to be in the right place at the right time to skip a line or see something I wouldn’t otherwise see. It’s how one of my first New York trips involved more stuff than one person should be able to do in one day. 
Today, Bob, Rog and I found ourselves looking for something to do, and I said “Let’s go to the Kwik-E-Mart!” Seven-Eleven has been running a promotion where select stores have become the fictional inconvenience store from The Simpsons. There’s one in LA, so we went there.
They were out of pink frosted doughnuts, and had no more Radioactive Man comics. So why was it good timing? Because as we left, squishees in hand, the security guard working the line (and yes there was a line at the Seven-Eleven, but it was a short one) said “This is the last day. In five hours, they all turn back into Seven-Elevens.
We’ve got four more days left in LA. But we managed to go on the one day, the only day we had, although we didn’t know it, to see the Kwik-E-Mart.
It wouldn’t have been the end of the world if we hadn’t made it, but I gotta say, I would have been a little disappointed if we hadn’t.
Okay, that’s it for now. Hopefully I’ll have some more stories to share before this trip ends.