Brought back from the Show

Being indescribably bored recently and in a bit of a funk, I decided to brave the always suspect environment of the comic book convention which was held today (and is still going on, for those who are able to make it- although I would advise against it).  By the time I went into the hall proper, I already had a sinking suspicion that this was not going to be any fun. Although I have gone to many a show before, this one seemed to contain far more people than the usual, and it goes without saying that it is usually the bottom of the barrel type of winners who appear at such things (I include, of course myself, in this disreputable equation) and three in particular who stunk more than the bowery bum of days of yore.  Walking around and seeing the same artists and characters (dealers, buyers) again, it was deja vu of the worst type, a groundhog day gone awry.  The worst part was that I was only able to get one comic (a 1980s DC Flash, if you must know).  The best part is that I picked up this affable little fellow, whom the older generation (mine) may recognize as Q-Bert.