I just got back from Gallifrey One, which I unfortunately missed almost all of due to a head cold (and not wishing to be Patient Zero for this year's con crud outbreak.) So instead, I drew a comic:
I also realized I never got around to posting two other vacation comics from my trip to San Francisco last year. So here are those as well.
Did you know that the Oakland BART station isn't actually attached to the Amtrak station? Instead you have to walk about three blocks. Ordinarily a trivial walk, until you realize just how heavy your bags are, how freakishly warm California is, and that there are no elevators or escalators to be found once you get there.
...and then we got lost in the hills of San Francisco. I'm still not sure exactly where we were; perhaps we accidentally crossed dimensions and ended up in Jǫtunheimr, the mountainous Norse land of hipster giants.
After we finished collapsing our way through the hills, we somehow found a portal back to our own realm. It led us to a yarn store, and then eventually we ended up at the sausagefest which is Italian food in the Castro.
And then I failed to comic any of the other days. The end.