ConnectiCon Euphoria

I don’t think I have enough words to express the sheer joy I felt both during and after ConnectiCon. There was so much love and excitement both directed at me and coming from me that it became this beautiful swirl of emotional euphoria. I am so very grateful to have had such an incredible weekend.

First of all, thank you to ConnectiCon for continuing to invite me as a guest. It has more to do with my duties as host of the Cosplay Death Match, which has become the Main Event of the convention, than as my fame or notoriety as a webcomicker, but I’m extremely proud of the show I helped to build. The staffers, the volunteers, and the chairman of the show all make me feel like a million bucks and I am so grateful for everything they do for me.

The people who come to ConnectiCon are among the finest attendees I have the privilege of interacting with. From the folks who know me either as a webcomicker or just as the host of the Death Match, there’s a lot of love and enthusiasm that I feel blessed to receive. For the folks who were meeting me for the first time, either out of curiosity for my comics or wanting to see this Death Match they’ve heard so much about, I hope I left a good impression with both.

And then there was this year’s Death Match. Holy shit. This crowd was electric. Every year’s crowd is wild and enthusiastic, but in previous years I’ve had to work the crowd up to where this year’s crowd began. I knew as soon as I stepped out onto the stage that I was going to have an easy job hosting. And if I may be so bold, I was really On this year. The electricity of the crowd gave me an unexpected surge of both confidence and comfort, and that helped me feel at ease on stage. The Dad Jokes I’d collected for this year’s show were especially groan-worthy, too.

I spent much of last night and today feeling like I was floating in a cloud of euphoria. Not a lot of conventions give me the kind of rush that ConnectiCon does, so I’ve come to appreciate and treasure it as the unique experience it’s become. It was only for a weekend, but I felt like a rock star.

I can’t wait to do it all again next year.