Sick sick sick, don't resist

Sorry for the slightly-late comic, everybody! I appear to have caught a cold -- a tragically easy thing to do when exhibiting at a comic convention -- and am not running at peak efficiency. I predict I will be spending my day in bed buried under a pile of kleenex and decongestant... and not in the fun burned-out 1970s rock star way.

Sam Logan

The skipper is acting more sedate than usual

I am back from Paradise Comic-con, fresh from a weekend of excessive cartoonist socialization. (Is that an oxy moron?) It was nice to see Jeph and Liz again, and to finally met Chris and Ryan in person. (Ryan, a titan in spirit as well as size, was able to tell me the name of a song that I have been trying to identify for nearly 15 years!) I also got to visit with my friends Alex and Kelsey, not to mention my longtime online comrade Michael Lalonde. And through it all, the generous Lady Yates and her husband were kind enough to put up with me put me up for the duration of the convention.

Lots of Sam and Fuzzy fans made it out, many moreso than I was expecting at a convention of this size. Thanks everyone, for stopping by and helping me pretend to be marginally famous when Suicide Girls were watching. I had a good time, and I hope you all had a good time too!

Sam Logan

In transit

Today is a day of airports! The Paradise con is over, but I'm still busy working my way back across the country. I will chime in with my full report on Wednesday, scout's honour!

Sam Logan