Wil Wheaton and I got excited and made this “Fighting Time Lords” shirt for you! No, really. Specifically FOR YOU.

[Since I was unable to make comics during Austin Comic Con, I am backdating a few lofi’s in the archive as not to interfere with the coming week’s comics. Please to enjoy.]

Most of the things HE Fancy Booth Babe James says in this comic are actual quotes. Somewhere along the way, he accidentally got pretty funny. I texted the thing about Kevin Sorbo to Wil, to which he replied “Lollerskates.” That’s about as high a seal of approval as a joke can ask for. I think James peed a little (a lot).

I do believe the next update will be a rather short Austin Comic Con fancy photo comic featuring my favorite cosplayer of the weekend. Feel free to guess the costume in the comments. Hints: I have never seen this costume done before (in 30 or so cons), it was executed perfectly and part of it glowed.

COMMENTERS: If you are a frequent con-goer, what costumes, activities, merchants, exhibitors, nachos, etc are you sick of seeing at every single show? What would you like to see more of? Personally, I am done with ill-fitting Starfleet uniforms, “free hugs” signs and artists that sit at their tables drawing, never looking up or making eye contact with anyone. I would like to see more well tailored Starfleet uniforms, alternative materials costumes (duck tape Bat Girl, paint swatch medieval knight, etc) and a Predator whose mandibles are mechanically articulated.

Wil Wheaton and I got excited and made this “Fighting Time Lords” shirt for you! No, really. Specifically FOR YOU.

[Since I was unable to make comics during Austin Comic Con, I am backdating a few lofi’s in the archive as not to interfere with the coming week’s comics. Please to enjoy.]

The spritely youth, full of vim, vigor and wide-eyed optimism is former HijiNKS ENSUE summer intern and current Austin Comic Con booth babe James. The above exchange happened nearly word for word as we arrived at the Austin Convention Center for setup and day one of the con. It is safe to say that I don’t get much exercise. Thus, when presented with the occasional physical exertion (which apparently includes walking a few blocks from the parking lot while pulling a hand cart), my body responds with cardiac arrest, renal failure, sudden onset juvenile diabetes and spontaneous human oldness disorder. These maladies were exacerbated by the fact that my back pain is at a sort of all-time high right now, which has also prompted me to use a cane while walking to and through the convention. I am merely 60 Vicodin and a few misdiagnosed cases of Lupus away from House territory.

It’s very strange realizing that your body is slowly but steadily betraying you. I don’t plan to use the cane permanently, or even that often, but it seems to help relieve some of the strain typically caused during a convention (typically brought on by bad chairs, lots of sitting, lots of lifting, lots of carrying, etc). I am extremely aware of the fact that I am using it. I am not able to just take a leisurely stroll without being constantly aware of trying to line up my new “magic leg” with the other two shitty ones. It’s like dancing with a one-legged robot.

More convention shenaniganery with James tomorrow!

COMMENTERS: Assuming you are not 14 or a mandroid, when did you first realize you were aging/getting older? Basically, tell us what you used to be able to do that you can’t do any more, preferably with some embarrassing story of personal injury or dismemberment.