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We got the Ice Wine at Tawse Winery. I’m only disappointed in how little the bottles are. Obby and I opened the bottle that I got just to “try it” and then no more wine. Next time I’m getting three bottles. If someone asks me what kind of drink I like now, I’m saying Ice Wine.
Echo is amazing! I’m so used to just going from the airport to the convention center. I said “wow, look at all the grape vines next to the highway.” and next thing I know we’re poking our way around back roads using a tourist flier to hunt down the vineyards spotted about the fields of Canada. It was between Niagara Falls and Calgary? on our way to Fan Expo. 
The photo is from Megalomaniac Wine. They had the BEST titles to their wines. “Narcissist Riesling”, “Show me your Omnipotence and I’ll show you mine” Cabernet Franc. Their bottles were embossed with things like “A life of wanton luxury sounds excellent to me” and “My delusions of grandeur are way bigger than yours”. It’s built into the earth and the walls are part of the stone of the mountain, naturally cooling the whole place. Like I said, Echo is awesome.
I lost one of the marshmallows to gravity and the compromised structural integrity of fire.
There was a sideways building and I was on my second day with no sleep. Things got a little weird.
Niagara Falls is awesome but make sure you go to the bathroom first.
I just started babbling like an idiot about how much I liked the TV show “Wonder Falls”.
Echo has always been by the book when she does shows. I, on the other hand, have always been nervous crossing borders. With a comic called “Devil’s Panties” I can’t NOT get into trouble.
As far as “contraband” we had two boxes of Devil’s Panties books with us. That’s what was hiding in the microwave and toilet. I was nervous because there had been a ton of horror stories about people getting held for trying to bring comics books into Canada. Especially if it sounded remotely pornographic. This had me on edge for weeks.
She actually said that they’d feed me Milk Toast in Canadian prison but I asked all the Canadians and they’d never heard of Milk Toast.
The company was legitimate. Obby researched them before I sent out the paperwork (which had ALL the things that people tell you that you should NEVER give out!). But it was still terrifying to put all of that into an envelope. The FedEx Kinkos guy had to rip it out of my clenched hands. I figured, hell, I’ve already given my identity up to the internet, what’s a couple more documents? ….
As far as I know, my identity is still my own (as much as it is). Â There’s still some adventures with getting the paperwork all in. I haven’t written those cartoons yet. Hell, I haven’t written tomorrows cartoon yet. I’ve got piles and piles of notes, but I haven’t straitened them all out just yet. This is what happens when I don’t have conventions to force me into a buffer.
I look positively crazed in my new passport photo.
5am at Kinko’s having a panic attack makes for a wonderful picture.
people in the comments section have asked, so here it is. Me looking a bit psycho at 5am in Kinko’s three hours before I cross the boarder. More on that later.
