It's San Diego Comic-Con time! Steve-o and I get to the airport at like zero o'clock tomorrow morning. The convention could turn out to be the worst thing ever, but since we'll be sleep zombies, we wouldn't notice. Fortunately, it's going to be awesome! Lookit all the name tags I've printed out. That's how many BLC folks are going to be there. That's, like, all but two. Two losers
, but I digress.
Blank Label Comics' gots a panel on Friday at 10:30! Room 1A, even! You should be there. I will. (I'll also totally be at the two Transformers panels on Thursday at 3 and 4. You couldn't pry me away from there with Allison Mack. Feel free to try, though. I'll enjoy it.)
As per normalness, I will be drawing crazy convention comics while I'm there, to the best of my ability. And again, as per normalness, this presents a possible risk! Will my laptop suck? Will I not be able to get good Internet? See what I mean? But on the other hand, if that all works out, you'll have a new strip every day as I am able. On the weekend! Wow, huh? Let's take that gamble and see how it works out.
So, anyway, today's strip. I was all "Hey, I want to do something silly and lighthearted," but I should really stop watching CNN when I make these decisions, because that's just asking for disappointment. But what was I gonna do? Janeane Garofalo was on Comedy Central, and she makes me want to stab out my eyes and ears. Carrot Top at least brings props, but Garofalo brings nothing but her smug self-satisfaction.
But anyway. I watch the news a lot. It's good background noise, in that it doesn't distract me too much from my drawing by being pretty boring. (But just normal boring, like CNN. MSNBC boring would put me to sleep.) I have, like, no opinion on the whole illegal immigration thing that everyone decided was going to be important this year -- but man, Lou Dobbs
sure does. He won't shut up about it. I don't think he even reports the news anymore. He just gets people on the air so he can hate illegal immigration at them. At this point, I hope we invite every country in the world to send everyone here for free, just because I'm a spiteful bitch who wants to see Lou Dobbs get pissed off. One of my favorite things to do is count the seconds from the start of his show until the first mention of immigration. It's never more than fifteen, even if his head is on fire.
But then, I live in Ohio. Maybe if I lived closer to the border, I'd worry more about my strip being taken over by some Mexican, and I'd be all "Right on, Dobbs! You beat that horse!"
But seriously. Toy jokes. Later.