If you ever need a reminder of just how many fantastic people are a part of your life, just spend the weekend at Monster Mania Con. 3 jerky fueled, beer soaked days of slinging ink on paper and enamel set to the smooth jazz soundtrack of Wilford Brimley is exactly how I wanted to kick off convention season. I'm grateful for every single personal interaction, whether it was a hallway high five in passing, or Jameson shots at 3:45am. If you're smiling as you read this, you were there and you know. Next stop: HorrorHound!