You pay for my air fare, rental car, admission cost, room and meals and I'll go to any convention you want me to, confront anyone you say.

So it's not so much that you're afraid to confront anyone in person, you aren't hiding behind the internet, you're just poor and inconveniently located?

And full of honest, no holds barred truth!

Nah, the airport's only fifteen minutes away. You can email me the credit card information.

What's your street address, I'll mail you tickets.

I'd expect those to be waiting for me at the convention.

Hi guys, I'm back!

Did I miss anything these last two weeks?

Ha! Nothing out of the ordinary.

Several people said they're leaving Comicon.com. I blame you. ;-)

*Splutter!*

But -- but -- I wasn't here!

Seriously, I hate to see anyone storm off in a huff. Folks get too invested in fairly small potatoes here. (And I know I'm as guilty of that as anyone sometimes.) If you're getting aggravated, take a break; don't dig in your heels and fight until there's blood on the cyber-walls.

Or actual blood on the actual walls, when Mike Grell shoots somebody.