I AM IN CALGARY RIGHT NOT FOR CALGARY EXPO!!! Details HERE.
[NOTE: I am writing this on Wednesday 4/24/13, before my flight to Calgary. So in all likelihood I am already dead, made a meal by a pack of blood starved hell beasts.]
Lar just gets me, man. He knows what it’s like to pay $600 for a flight to Calgary that leaves at 6am, so you have to be at the airport at 4am (international flight), so you have to leave the house at 3am, so you have to be up at 2:30am after going to bed at 2:20am, only for the privilege of a 4 hour layover in Phoenix before boarding your actual flight to the actual place you are going to draw dicks on paper for kind people with silly pastel money. Lar knows what’s going to be waiting for me at the airport. At each of the three airports I will visit. Lar knows they can smell my exhaustion, my frustration on the ill wind that creeps and hollers through Terminals A through C.
Lar is the most versatile and adept artist I know. He creates art like fish swim: constantly and seemingly without effort. He’s a mentor, a tutor, a surrogate uncle and he can pound back a bottle of chocolate wine like nobodies business. Check out his Tumblr, his comic, his other comic, his print shop and his t-shirt store.
For the confusedly uninitiated, #bloodwolves are the physical manifestation of all of my frustrations with air travel when going to conventions. Sometimes I am their prey, sometimes I am their kin and other times I just tell their story in order to garner favor, grow their legend and keep them at bay. Insomnia induced delirium? What Insomnia induced delirium? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAGHLAAAGHLLAGHLLLL[THROWS UP BLOOD FOREVER]!!!
COMMENTERS: How have the #bloodwolves tormented you?
Tags: air travel, airplanes, airports, bloodwolves, conventions, hijinks ensue guest comic, lar desouza
Fayili · 112 weeks agoEvery time. Sometimes the layovers last six hours. Sometimes eleven. Sometimes only one. They’re always there, pacing, around a kiosk corner or next to the Cinnabon. JFK or O’Hare. Even London. They’re there.
When I finally arrive in Ireland, I hit the ground running, and when I make it through customs, my beau looks at me with mild concern. For some reason, they’ve never bothered him when he flies to me. I don’t like to speculate why.
For the moment, I am safe. But they know that in a month, or three months, I’ll have to go home. And they wait…travelling home from Greece, first through a small airport connecting to athens. Horribly hungover and it’s like 40 degrees celsius, strap on my bag breaks, a tad awkward to carry. first taxi doesnt show, must walk to bus station, bus misses our stop and the driver shouts at us in greek for not knowing where to get off for the airport. get to airport, it’s closed.
yes, closed. wasn’t aware that airports ever closed. opens 4 hours late. flight delayed by a further 2 hours. hangover not helped by the only available food being strange sandwiches with mystery “ham”.
plane is one of those horrible propeller planes that sound like goblins banging on metal rubbish bins, no sleeping. arrive at athens, get some actual half decent food but layover of 9 hours.
nowhere to lay down, find a seat but it’s located between 3 different music shops that each insist on playing very loud dupstep the entire night.
start hallucinating from lack of sleep, dozed off standing up in queue for flight next morning multiple times. reach my flight and let the bloodwolves devour me. ah peace at lastMy bloodwolves come in the form of people who won’t shut up or feel the need to get up and stand RIGHT AT THE FRONT OF THE LINE BECAUSE OMG I HAVE TO GET ON THIS PLANE FIRST ITS VERY IMPORTANT EVEN THOUGH I HAVE A PRE-SELECTED SEAT ASSIGNMENT THAT I GET THERE FIRST OR THEY MIGHT LEAVE WITHOUT ME.
I don’t understand that need to be first. We’re all going to the same place. Crazy people, I be you’d be a lot less stressed if you’d just wait until your damn row is called.
I tend to be very zen about travelling because…..because. It is what it is. Maybe that comes from travelling with my former flight attendant mom so much when I was a kid. But, I don’t want to talk to people (much like the rest of my life) and so when people push and shove or get loud or decide to ignore the Headphones of Don’t Bother Me, I do tend to get stressy.
Just booked my flight to SDCC this week. Can’t wait! It’s my first con since SDCC 2011.This might be my favourite guest strip ever!
I hate flying so much I recently drove 4000 km to go to a wedding rather than fly. The blood wolves will not get me, dammit!
The Unknown FB · 112 weeks agoI’ve gone so far as to calculate the ROI on the cost of flights vs. what I make per hour to determine whether I’m going to rent a car to drive long distance or fly to “attempt” to save the time.
Once you factor in a 4-6 hour flight (mandatory connecting because of where I now live) and time waiting in airport, it approaches the 13 hour drive time back home to visit family, which makes doing either a PITA.
HikingViking · 111 weeks agoI loath air travel. Actually, when I think about air travel, it makes me mad that this country doesn’t have high-speed rail like many other places. I’d still have to get on a plane for flights to Europe or Asia, but international flights are usually a little better (bigger seats, choice of movies, etc.). Mostly though, I hate all of the extra security bull$h*t. I travelled from Seattle to Korea last year, and had to literally sprint through almost the entirety of San Francisco International airport on a layover, only to be held up in another security screening. Apparently, SFO’s international terminal isn’t connected to their other terminals, so there’s no way to avoid a security screen even if you’ve already had one in the U.S. I could go on, and on, and on – really, my issues with air travel are about the closest I get to sounding like a conspiracy theorist. Ultimately thought, “they” kind of have us over a barrel, and until that whole teleportation thing is figured out, we’re pretty much SOL (International).