No Armpit Stench Clouds Reported

This morning after a quick blood draw at Covance, I headed on over to the annual Madison Comic-Book Convention! Once again I found myself in a tiny room (former broom closet?) in the basement of the Roadway (formerly "Quality") Inn off of an unplowed road here in lovely "air freezes in your frickin' mouth before you can even breath that shit out" Madison, Wisconsin. Yeah, winter is awesome...
Anyway, I went because I received a postcard that said, "Hey Kids!!! It's the Annual Madison Comic Book Convention blah...blah...blah!" and if you brought the postcard with you, you would get both free entrance and a free item! I was hoping for prizes like the complete set of "Sky Captain" posters I got last time, but all they were giving out were ratty old copies of promotional comics from a couple years ago. Boo. Aw, heck, why am I complaining??? After scouring the dollar boxes I ended up with a cool few old comics (one where Supergirl has Medusa-hair and unintentionally attacks the Justice League, and a few Walt Disney Comics and Stories issues featuring Scamp, one of Lady and the Tramps's puppies, by Al Hubbard). And behold! There was an overwhelming lack of nerd sweat. Last time I attended, the B.O. situation had gone nuclear. If there was a time for a hero like Green Lantern to show up, it was then. He could have used his power ring, like he does in the comics, and whipped up some magic-super deoderant for all those hygeine-lacking nerds! Ugh, that was one stinky room.