Comic Con Day Two
That was a crazy day.
I tried, and failed, to repair my car yesterday morning. So we ended up just leaving it and heading to the con.
Roger and I met lots of great folks and sold more books.
Alicia got a film makeup job that’s shooting in a couple of weeks. Her resume is an ugly gash that she installed on my sister’s face.
We expect all 60,000 people who signed up to attend will be out walking around. Yesterday, it was already difficult to get around. My son in law had an even more difficult time in his superb Boba Fett costume because people kept stopping him for photos. Little kids yelling, “Boba Fett! Boba Fett! It was like he was Santa Claus or something.
Today, she will transform me in Abe Lincoln.
Come and see.