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Here’s an epilogue for the Fitness Test arc. THE END. On Saturday, we’ll start something else.

Speaking of somethin’ else, that’s a good way to describe Planet Comicon. I met a bunch of great people, sold some prints, gave out some flyers, learned a lot, and got the chance to do commissions for the very first time (kinda unexpectedly). I wasn’t sure I’d be able to perform like that, drawing on the spot; but once I started, I kept producing stuff that I didn’t want to part with. I drew all this stuff and gave it away:

• a full balloon-based comic for someone who couldn’t attend
• a picture of Batman bottlefeeding a baby for my friend’s birthday
• a picture of Fionna and Cake from Adventure Time, rollerblading, for my neighbor-buddy
• a female Ghostbuster for the Draw Me a Ghostbuster site (to be posted someday, I hope)
• a chunky Beyonce for an awesome artist I admire a lot (some mature content at the link), and who I think I weirded out with my effusive fandom

Besides that, I drew in a couple of sketchbooks. The very first one was for a girl named Paige. It was her first con and my first con. It was the beginning of the day. She was the first person to approach my table and show interest. And when she opened her sketchbook and I saw that I would be the first person to draw in it, I was so nervous that my hand was shaking. I can’t even think of another time that’s happened to me, although it probably has, right? Sure it has.

The whole experience was fantastic. Saturday, I’ll post some of my own sketchbook stuff beneath the comic.

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OH AND THERE WAS ONE OTHER THING — I met a guy named Green Splotches who runs a huge website of reviews, jokes, how-to guides, and cool links (and they are looking for contributors). He’s the only person I’ve ever known who, according to the site, is “bagel” years old. I’ll leave you with a little snip from his review of Paulo Coelho’s book, “The Alchemist”:

Some people complain that the book is too simplistic, that you would be stupid to believe that there is some “plan” for your life that you should have followed; that you should wake up, take your head out of the “touchy-feely” clouds and get back to work.

If you are prone to such thoughts, perhaps this book is not for you. However, if you enjoy waking up your soul from time to time, there is no better place to do it than in the clouds.