It was in our sixth hour of waiting at Boston Logan Airport when I knew I wasn't feeling any better. By the time we landed I knew that the next 48 hours, despite being within hollering distance of the funnest comics festival in the world, would be devoid of fun. I did not have poutine. I did not have an Aero bar. We did see Ghost Rider 2 in the hotel room, which was false advertising.
Anyway I've applied for a do-over. If I did see you I hope I didn't contaminate you! And thanks for your kind words, you few people I spoke to. I gotta actually go to one of these things and sit down and talk to people or something.
More comics about TCAF here!
