I'm home from Comic-Con, and in that weird state where I'm too tired to be coherent, but too adrenalized to go to sleep. It's pretty common to feel this way (like I've eaten a bag of Guatemalan Insanity Peppers) at the end of a long day at a con. There's an accumulative effect, though, for epic shows like PAX and Comic-Con, and after thee days there plus a 2 hour drive home, my dogs are speaking to me in Johnny Cash's voice. Also, someone's built a pro shop shaped like a pyramid in my back yard, the doll's trying to kill me, and the toaster's been laughing at me.
Uhm. Right.
So. Until I can get my pictures uploaded and my thoughts organized, I thought I'd share this interview I did with Mahalo Daily from the Dumbrella booth yesterday. I'm slightly more coherent then, than I am now.
Woah. Paradox.
