Jackson and I are insanely busy right now because of the wretched crossover. Fortunately, our crossover is not assisted by that charlatan, John Edward. No sir! Our crossover is when we are working on seasons three and four at the same time. Between the writing, editing, designing, and getting the perfect blend of tangy and sweet, we have no time to spare.
Not only was all our time picked from the line of swell dressed suitors by life's little Sadie Hawkins... We now lack the luxury of BOTH being away from the good ship Venture at the same time. I know! You are so used to us being bosom buddies and so much hail fellow well met. And we are! I mean, it's season four time and we still like each other. That's got to be a record of some sort. We are either true-blue-pals, or we know that if we get into a fight, our beloved show falls apart... But that isn't my point.
POINT: We both can't take like three or four days off to attend conventions together. Sure, we want to. And I know you want us to. Honestly, with the exception of cash or the promise of sexual congress, there is nothing better than being flanked by the Venture Brothers and getting your picture taken. And that sweet experience is only enforced when you proudly show your friends the picture and get to hear "Who's that guy?" and "Who's the pretentious dick in the sunglasses?"
So, as a solution, Jackson will Be attending the San Diego Comic Con, and I will be attending Atlanta's Dragon Con.
I know... Gyp!
I love you,
Doc
PS. Here is us at the
NYC Comic Con. And yes, they edited out all the good parts where we talked exuberantly about nonsense. Zzzzzzz...