ConnectiCon, the one and only.

It’s here.  ConnectiCon.  Our homecoming.

This convention means the world to me.  I’ve missed weddings to attend this show.  I begged my brother to not schedule his wedding on the same weekend as ConnectiCon this year.  I’ve driven hours on end to make commitments in other states, only to return to ConnectiCon that same night to make certain I didn’t miss a single day.  ConnectiCon is more than just a convention to me.  It’s a homecoming and, in many ways, the center of my little solar system.

Many important things in my life came from exhibiting at ConnectiCon over the years: I met the woman who would become my wife and the mother of my child.  I met Garth, who would become a dear friend and my partner in the webcomics world.  ConnectiCon offered webcomics a spotlight when other conventions pushed us to the sidelines, and to this day they still make room for webcomickers on their guest list.  ConnectiCon trusted me with an experiment regarding their Cosplay Chess Match, and now the Cosplay Death Match (that I have the honor of hosting) is arguably the main event of the weekend.*

I have made lifelong friends and irreplaceable memories at this convention.  I have been there every single year since its debut, and I will continue to give ConnectiCon my heart and soul for as long as they will have it.  If you want to see me at my absolute happiest, come see us at ConnectiCon this weekend.  You won’t be disappointed.

 

 

*Seriously, the Death Match is amazing.  The crowd and the participants are wild, and I’m just there to keep things moving.