God, hes left as on aur oun.
The important thing is, I beat them by about two hours.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, live, from the City of Roses, the Town of Stumps, those crusty concatenators of Comic-Con coverage, those redoubtable relayers of restive reportage, those illuminated impresarios of insider information, the admirable, the pleasurable, the ink-stained—the one, the only, the 2004 San Diego Comic-Con International Report with Parker and Lieber!
(And I wasn’t even mentioned in it. How generous am I? Huh? C’mon, you can tell me.)
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Our only photo of you was well-composed and flattering. It would have been horribly out of place.
I really wish I had made it over to Tranquility Base. My failure to reach said destination can be best understood as basic literary symbolism.