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Carbs and Comics

What a fantastic way to spend a Friday night ... a big bowl of Spaghetti... and mapping out the comicon plan for tomorrow morning... more about the spaghetti a little later... but now... it's time again ladies and gentlemen... For the EMERALD CITY COMICON!!!

It's frighting to me HOW EXCITED I am to go to the Comicon this year. My favorite artist / comic will be there tomorrow and I can't wait to get some original art, and books, and plush and whatever else he sells with Owly on it.
I mean... who wouldn't want to buy everything in sight with this little guy... melt my heart! This is the drawing I saw when I fell in love with Owly last year at the comicon only to find out that his artist was no where to be found.

Eric was checking out a few things online when he learned that my second favorite comic's artist has cancelled this year... so I will not get my books signed by Skottie Young... So dissapointed. But his blog says that his flight got cancelled so I guess I can't blame him, but keep my fingers crossed for next year. But serriously... look at this beautiful drawing of Dorothy... Breathless.Oh and about dinner? Eric made this amazing pasta dish! It was a breakfast spaghetti and before you get grossed out... think spaghetti tossed in alfredo sauce like sauce... with panchetta and onion... YUMMMMM.... I think I gained 6 pounds eating it... but it was some seriously good food... Pastacarbonara!!!
Looking forward to posting all sorts of nerdy goodness tomorrow... but for now I'm going to go get my rest so I can spend the day being excited to meet the people who make the art work that I enjoy and then as I approach the table like a shy 5 year old... I end up spitting out "I love your work" and then stand there awkwardly as Eric tries to get me to talk some more. I guess I have stage fright. But... since I'm going for the NEW ME... maybe I'll make myself some que cards.
Any ways...
Good Night.

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