NY Comic Con: T-Minus 12 Hours
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 walked across town to the Javits Center to pick up my Press Pass and get the lay of the land. We couldn’t get past security and on to the Convention Floor itself, but we got a good look at things from the entrance and I took a few pictures before they told me to put the camera away.





There were about a dozen or so pros registering and a couple of other people down in the Press Room, but the only person I recognized was Heidi MacDonald who arrived as we were leaving. I’ve still yet to meet her in person, but will hopefully rectify that at some point during the Con.
I doubt I’ll be back on my feet before Saturday, so it looks like I’ll only be able to catch the latter part of that day’s session and/or Sunday. I’m still going to the PCS After-Party, though, even if I need a cane and a bottle of Motrin!
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“he only person I recognized was Heidi MacDonald who arrived as we were leaving. I’ve still yet to meet her in person, but will hopefully rectify that at some point during the Con.”
OOOOOOH blogger fight!
You should introduce yourself as the guy from the wheatfield, or the farmhouse, or whatever she said you should be left in. That would be clever!