Tomorrow, anyway. I’m driving down to the ATL and you can catch me these times, these places. All the usual rules apply – come up and say hello, I’ll cheerfully sign anything you’ve got on hand and/or any body parts that aren’t ordinarily covered by a bathing suit, and no, you’re not bothering me.* I’m at the convention for you, the readers! Well, you … and maybe the costumes and the socializing and the celebrity line-up and okay FINE. But you are still the PRIMARY reason I attend these things.
So I hope to see some of you there!
* Unless you catch me in a bathroom or trying to eat. Otherwise, we cool.