So yeah, “minor” surgery is still surgery, and coupled with a drug industry and medical profession that takes “side effects” a bit too casually, I missed the entire NY Comic Con. The whole damn thing. The PopCultureShock party, too, which pisses me off the most, actually, as I was hoping to meet up with some [...]

My surgery went well, and other than passing out on the way home, presumably from the combination of Valium and hunger — head back, mouth open, wife yelling for help kind of passing out! — I’m feeling pretty good now. Relatively speaking. My 9:30am appointment got pushed back to 11:15am, so my wife and I [...]

I haven’t been nearly as enthuastic about this year’s NY Comic Con as I was about last year’s, but that’s primarily because last year’s was so exhausting, my level of direct participation this year is drastically reduced, and I stupidly scheduled some minor surgery for tomorrow without realizing it was the day before the Con. [...]