Awash in X-Men-scented sweat, I have survived Baltimore, and have moved on to Bethesda, Maryland. As far as I can tell, the streets around D.C. were designed by dropping a pile of wet spaghetti onto a piece of blueprint paper. We were also thinking of continuing out to sea to flee the economy, but two things kept us ashore: the threat of Somali pirates and our scheduled appearance at the Small Press Expo next weekend.Come see the Old Line State's largest concentration of weepy autobiographical comics under one roof! It will be interesting transitioning from being one of the more "indy" comics at a show (Baltimore) to being one of the more mainstream. SUCH IS THE CLEFT I STRADDLE. For you.