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dalmatianjaws
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« on: July 25, 2008, 02:24:50 PM » |
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After arriving in classy San Diego, taking advantage of IDW's lovely free bar, and looking for a nice sleeping place where the cops wouldn't hassle us, I drifted off to a blissful sleep. Interrupted only by the trains rumbling past every hour or so, the loss of feeling in my lower body, and the odd disappearance of James, I awoke refreshed and ready. Well, at least I was ready.
After boarding the trolley, we made our way to the Convention Center. After a rousing game of "Get pointed in the wrong direction by people who can only communicate by shouting", I finally made my way to the press check-in. After obliviously standing in line next to Joe Hill, (a rising star we'd tried in vain to find the night before) I reached the desk with my badge on it. I was then informed that "We aren't open yet, how did you get in here?". Finally I recieved my badge, and made my way to the press room.
This is going to be the greatest weekend ever.
-Joel Champagne
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