My con-winding-down photo courtesy of J.R. Blackwell, proving the reason my iPhone pics suck isn't the equipment, but the operator.

Philcon this year was actually in Cherry Hill, NJ, which is where GPS's go to die, if the spastic poor directions that ours provided within the city limits were any indication. Despite this, and the con's less than accurate name, the weekend was a great time.

Here, I attempt some Day 22 repose after the final panel of the weekend, and J.R. Blackwell intercepts my feeble self-portrait attempts with a vastly superior one of her own.

Sensation: the left side of my face is numb

Palpation: soft, matted intercalation on the right, and a weird, insensate hole contralaterally

Personal satisfaction rating: 5 (out of 5 facially bifurcated Norsemen)