Report from the Comic Con

I’m back!
—I made some money.
—I’m relishing the end of three days of being perky and agreeable. And the end of pretending that I understand how there can be a market for the crap I was selling. (Full Moon Pictures: shlock horror and soft porn.)
—I didn’t get to see much of the rest of the con. I saw a few booths, but there was no time to do serious searches through racks of posters and boxes of comics.
—I did, however, get a dagger for my rituals, some new Acme Novelty Comics, and Kyle and Stan to complete my South Park quartet.
—There were also very few guests that I was interested in. But I did meet Peter Bagge for the second time. (Hate comics:Fantagraphics.) He is utterly cool, and really gives the lie to the stereotype of comic artists being unkempt, socially awkward fanatics.
—We also saw two people we’d lost touch with; a guy who had moved away, and another guy whom we were too ashamed to call after he found out that we’d been part of a group at the Phantom Menace premiere and hadn’t included him.
—Now I have plantarfacatis (sp?) Anyway, my right arch is apparently torn. My elf boots–specially constructed high heeled boots–fell apart a few months ago, and I have been unable to find a replacement pair. (All I see in stores are those thick-soled boots that I call “rape-victim shoes”, because you can’t run in them, or even walk gracefully.) I had to stand on a concrete floor in flat shoes for nine hours a day, give or take, and my arches finally had enough.
—Mr. Rilch is the worst backseat driver there is. I’m not joking about this. When he’s driving, if he needs me to be quiet so he can concentrate on the road, he only has to tell me once. He starts yapping at me, then yaps some more about how erratic my driving is because of his yapping, then tells me he’ll shut up as soon as my driving smooths out. This has got to cease.
—I got a free pin from Bongo Comics (Simpsons) of the comic store guy saying, “I’ve wasted my life.”
—Saw a LOT of cool t-shirts and costumes. There was a guy dressed as Austin Powers, and an unusual number of Klingons for a non-Trek con. Also a lot of Phantom Menace costume; all well made, including two female Jedi.
—Spooky moment: Skinhead with a beard asks me about a poster with the movie title “The Dead Hate the Living”. I explain that it’s an upcoming production that Full Moon hopes will become a series. He says, “It’s true, you know. The dead do hate the living.”

Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green

Well, I was looking for you, but you didn’t give much information to go on. I didn’t even realize you would be staffing a booth. In any case, I was only there for about an hour. Just long enough to meet Pete Abrams (author of Sluggy Freelance, see www.sluggy.com ) and check out all the women dressed as Laura Whats-her-name (from Tomb Raider). My favorites were a mother / daughter couple. The guy who used play the Incredible Hulk on TV was there also, and he’s still in great shape, but he wasn’t dressed as the Hulk. Bummer!

I think I did mention that I would be at the Full Moon booth, but my real mistake was not posting at the beginning of the week, so I could coordinate with other SDers who were going to be there. Glad you enjoyed it, anyway!


Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green

If you say so. All I remember is red hair and short dress, but I can’t even find that thread anymore to check. Why would that one disappear? Anyway, that description matched maybe a hundred or so people there. We’ll organize it better next year.

It didn’t disappear; it’s on the next page.
BTW, Mr. Rilch and I just had a talk about driving. He actually admitted that he wasn’t being fair, yelling at me like he’s been doing, and he won’t do it again. I made it clear to him that I wasn’t asking him to sugarcoat anything, or leave something unsaid if I was driving unsafely, but that it would be best all around if he would just say “You’re not keeping pace with the traffic” or whatever is the case, and then leave it at that.


Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green

Hey, you’re right. It is there, and it does say you will be staffing a booth. I swear I search for it, but didn’t come up with anything. Now I’m feeling pretty foolish. Oh, well, I’m sure it won’t be the last time.

The whole driving thing seems like a non-sequitur, but my faith in my memory has been shaken to the point that I’ll assume we were talking about it before. In any case, I definitely sympathize. I’m also subjected to a barrage of spousal advice any time I’m driving. I taught my wife to drive, but that just makes it worse. She keeps pointing out that I’m not doing things the way I taught her. If you discover a cure, please let me know!

The “driving thing” was covered in my original post on this thread.


Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green

So you did. That’s it, I’m demanding my money back from Evelyn Wood. Twice the speed with the same comprehension my ass!


I’m not an idiot, but I play one on TV.

I did meet Peter Bagge for the second time. [[(Hate comics:Fantagraphics.) He is utterly cool, and really gives the lie to the stereotype of comic artists being unkempt, socially awkward fanatics.]] Rilchiam

I love Hate!

I suppose Bob Burden is too busy for such affairs now – good for him! Pee Wee IS the Spleen!