Emerald City Comicon has come and gone.
I had a grand time talking to people, dressed in my 18th-century-esque finery and getting mistaken for Ben Franklin, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, or Fake Thomas Jefferson.
I do believe I dazzled one mother and son into a book sale when they asked me about the lyrics to “I am the Very Model of a Modern Major General” and I basically just busted those tight rhymes right out.
I am still in the decompression phase, but I’ll get some links to neat stuff posted later in the week. (And hey, that way they’ll be on the front page all weekend!)