… That was what MK wrote to me Thursday afternoon, while still at work. And that pretty much set the tone for this year’s show, which was chock full of disappointments, pleasant surprises, and absurdity.
The Night Before
When MK picked me up from the train station in Jersey after work, I received the next slice of bad news: Toby was not coming to the show because he was stuck at home. Due to Hurricane Rita, the roads in Texas were completely clogged, leaving Toby without any means to reach the airport. At least his home was not in the expected path, though both MK & myself (plus plenty of others) were really looking forward to hanging out with the guy.
Toby was also the second person I discovered that day would not be attendance; Tim Kelly emailed me in the morning saying that he was also sitting out, though there were plans to celebrate 24 hour comic day with a 48 page mega-jobber. But there was one small bright side to the bad news about Toby; he was nice enough to offer his half of the table. So instead of being stuck in the small no-man land’s room which traditionally receives very little traffic, and behind the pole no less, which would have rendered up completely invisible, we were given a seat right next to Todd in the main room.
But it was still the night prior, and there was yet plenty to do, mostly folding and stapling, but before that, MK & I had some breaking and entering to attend do. After getting our gear from her place, we drove down to the shore to Morgan’s beach house, with the idea of putting together books and crashing somewhere relatively closer to our destination, to chip away at the six hour drive the next morning. Problem is, we didn’t have the keys, so we had to bust through the downstairs bedroom window; MK managed to pop up the rusty bug-screen with a snow shovel, while I crawled through the window (and thoroughly fucking up my knee big time when I got myself pinned against the bed-stand that was right against the window… didn’t notice it before since it was dark as hell). When I was finally up and able, I went up front to let MK in, and saw her being confronted by a next door neighbor who was ready to attack with some huge bat or something. He thought we were burglars, but MK diffused the situation by assuring the guy that we were friends of Morgan’s, so MK wasn’t clubbed to death (thank God).
Once that was taken care of, we sat around putting books together while watching Cartoon Network. How I miss cable television… plus I had totally forgotten how awesome Robot Chicken is.
Day 1
After a long humid ride, made only bearable with a chicken sandwich from Wawa, we arrived in Bethesda about an our before the show. I was in the lobby with all our stuff (while waiting for MK to park the car) for less than thirty seconds when I ran into a familiar face, that of the my “long lost brother” Alexander Danner (editor of the Graphic Novel Review). But I also overheard about two different parties grumbling, which would be a common occurrence throughout; it seems that there were ton of problems related to the planning of the show, and many people who thought they had tables never got one. While I can certainly sympathize with organizers who have the daunting task of organizing and orchestrating such a major show with so many people involved on so many ends, its hard not to also feel bad for those left in the dust, like a couple that drove for 12 hours in a van chock books of stuff with no place to sell their stuff. So the fact that MK & I even got one in the first place was cause for celebration.
We finally ran into Robin and Katie, but the party really began once Todd showed up, and sporting a snazzy cane no less. We were among the many folks dying to see the guy since he wasn’t able to attend MoCCA due to a car accident this past summer. But despite it all, Todd was his usual happy go lucky self, and ready to make mini-comic magic, which he certainly would as the show progressed…
Along with Todd, we were right next to Dave, John, Raina, and Marion, which made for a nice, cozy little section of the floor. Our end of the table was bursting with comics and buttons and shirts and all-around cool shit… but unfortunately my book didn’t sell so hot. Though having something of my own allowed me to trade for other books instead of paying from them, which in the long-run, saved me a ton of cash, and was lots of fun to boot. Plus those who did pick it up were highly complimentary, and that felt very nice (along with the “about fucking time!” sentiment which I also got plenty of as well). I really didn’t think the stories would make such an an impression on folks, but the reactions I received were quite strong (a few like John and Marion seem to really hate my dad!). In the end, I didn’t mind the poor sales too much due to the fact that I just had a blast sitting around with friends and the such. Now, if I was at that small room and not selling books… then I would have been super depressed…
As for the original half-table, we gave to it to Dave Keirsh who didn’t have one (though I’m not sure if its due to some clerical error like other folks). I also finally got the chance to talk to the guy and he turned out to be a super cool. Along with some complimentary copies of his stuff (which I’m a super fan of), he also had some bizarro blacksploitation comic that he’s a big fan of and which he gave me. MK originally offered our table to Nick Gurwitch (of Perry Bible Fellowship fame) but he seemed more content with walking around with his own Canadian posse (long story which no one seems to know the details of). And as for the supposed pirate next we were originally supposed to be sharing the table with, he just turned out to be some emo looking regular dude. Sorta anti-climactic in the end.
After the first day of selling, myself, MK, Robin, Katie, Todd, and Travis Nichols ran towards the burrito place for dinner, which is a first dat/Friday night tradition at this point. And… surprise!… by the end, Todd and I were screaming about old Nickelodeon shows. Then it was a trip back to the hotel lobby for drinks and finger foods. Todd and Travis ran back to their room to start their 24 hours books, leaving the rest of us to deal with crazy expensive drink prices (I’m talking New York bar prices) so MK pulled out her flask full of gin. Unfortunately, it wasn’t mixed with tonic water or anything, it was pure gin, which is as about tasty as a cup of rubbing alcohol (I’m certain they’re both pretty much the same exact thing). Thank God for the liquor store across the hotel.
Day 2
Things picked up a bit on the second day, but not as much as one would expect for a Saturday. We would all discover that quite a few things were working against the show, including the shitty weather down south, some other book convention with the First Lady as a guest across town, and the throngs of people clogging the roads for said convention, either to attend or protest. At least hipster girls were out in full effect, many of whom flocked to Katie’s stuff (as annoying as she finds them, Katie’s not foolish enough to pass the chance to make money off of them).
And more and more people whom I expected to see were no-shows. Along with Toby and Tim, there was no Farel, Nate, and many others whom I’m forgetting. Becky Cloonan and K. Thor Jensen was also folks without a table, though they just seemed to be there to enjoy the show (which sorta sucked cuz I really wanted to get some more Evil Video DVDs, plus the THOR WILL SCORE shirt he was wearing, referencing to the Blind Date episode he appreciated on).
Though I did pick up some nice books, including Spiral Bound, a few issues of Phase 7 that I’ve been missing, the new Liz Prince mini, and a slew of others than, again, I’m forgetting. I did notice that the new flavor of the month is the Paper Rad style, which I’m a big fan of… but only coming from Paper Rad. But seeing it being shamelessly ripped off was pretty annoying; its not like different folks doing the same thing, but with a slightly different spin on things, this is people blatantly copying another style to the “t”. Which in the end led to the real deal Paper Rad stuff to become super expensive, hence why I didn’t pick anything up (the fact that the art farty world is enamored with his stuff certainly doesn’t help either). When I got bored of walking around, I spent time at table, mostly watching Todd work on one of the two 24 comics that him and Travis was working on (one would do a page in a book, then pass it along to the other… there were two separate books, each with its own story, that constantly intersect…. and the books were actually cutsey stationary pads from CVS, with kittens and fairies on each page). Plus I got to draw in a jam comic or two.
On day one, there was this guy dressed as a mouse in a trenchcoat giving out free comics, and acting all “mousey” (at first I thought it was a Maus cosplayer). So when he returned the next day, I mentioned how funny it might be to give him a big block of cheese to see what might happen. Todd quirky drew a big block of cheese, and then next thing you know, we’re going from room to room on a huge mouse hunt. After a bit, I figured we might be out of luck, until Dave spotted him across the room. As Todd and I made our way, Dave caught up with the mouse to keep him at bay, until I sprung into action. After presenting it, the mouse and I “fought” over the hunk of cheese, with him making these squeaking noises, while Dave and Todd taking pictures. After a bit, I finally gave him the cheese to have, but he made some weird sound, like a mouse being disgusted, and just gave it back. As Todd said, perhaps I ruined his life. That or it really was a giant cat in disguise.
And the end of the second day of the show was highlighted by the triumphant return of the secret pink lemonade stash:
Then it was dinner at the Tastee Diner which is worth alone for the rude, sarcastic service. The minute we stepped in, the man who runs the place, who hadn’t seen us in almost a year, looked me right in the face and said with a forced smile “Oh, boy… you guys again.” And the best part was easily MK & Todd goofing on the guy while he was right behind them (leaving me with all the dirty glares of course). I was hoping for a reprise of Tic Tac Draw from last year, but Travis and Todd were both still working on their 24 hour comics, which was past the 18 hour mark and collectively about 90 pages long.
Next was the Ignatz award ceremony. This year around, the MC was Keith Knight who gave all the award winners, and presenters, a shot of tequila. If anyone refused, he simply took the person’s shot. By the end, he had at least eight or nine in him. As for the awards, the two nicest guys from the world of comic books (and considering that most comic book folks, at least small press variety, are quite friendly, that’s saying a lot) were recognized: Andy and Alec, who’s speech was actually quite powerful and moving. Oh, and as expected, Nick won for best web-comic, which was expected. And witnessing his acceptance speech was much like meeting the guy in person… let’s just say “interesting.” I’m dying to know how others felt, at least those who are only somewhat familiar with the comic and who know nothing about the person behind it (which is many… he’s sorta of an enigma).
Afterwards we all just hung out to chat. At one point I ducked out to check on a Katamari party upstairs, but there was no Katamari, nor a PS2, just the heavy stench of pot, so I went back down for some fresh air and came across a very drunk Pat Lewis , in which I got to compliment him on his Marvel Gangbang mini, though I did express my disappointment that there was no actual gangbanging at all (the cover of Captain America giving it to Iron Man was a bit misleading I thinks). Then Katie and I went to for some beers and to just chill out at my room. On the way, we saw about six cops (and an army ranger) trying to disarm a guy with a shopping cart on the street. I’m surprised there wasn’t a one-sided shoot-out or something. Then it was to her room, which she was sharing with Robin, Todd and Travis, where a drawing party was in effect. Todd and Travis were still working on their now closing in on the 24 hour mark, while everyone else just drew robots; I tried drawing Conrad the super computer from the choose your own adventure book of the same name, which I hadn’t seen since elementary school, and which Robin’s lady friend had a copy of in her room (which was such a one a million coincidence) to compare with afterwards. And to my surprise and others, I was pretty spot on (I wish I had the drawing… I think Todd has it). We were up till 3 in the morning, and I recall becoming horse from doing my crazy girl and Hulk Hogan voice. Since many of us spent the whole night yelling and screaming, Travis made himself a place to sleep in the closet. Here’s a pic that’s guaranteed to be on the cover for the Boys of Mini Comics Calender 2006:
Day 3
This year, SPX went back to being a two day event, so Sunday saw the return of the after con picnic. When MK, Robin, Katie, and I arrived at the park, we went straight for the kiddie playset. The slide was tough to negotiate with due to our adult sizes, but the swings still worked (even though it felt as if we were slowly breaking them). After 20 minutes of solid screwing around, we were all exhausted, but thankfully the food showed up. And unfortunately, so did the bees, making eating a bitch. After kicking a soccer ball around for a bit, we got the call from Travis that his and Todd’s mini’s were done; they had spent all of last night putting the finishing touches on their books, and the whole morning at a Kinko’s putting it all together in one magnum opus, which they sold to the folks at the park.
Later I ended up drawing in another jam comic and also saw some dude with a CBC (Canadian Broadcast Channel) who I just had to say hello to. The guy turned out to be super nice, and we talked Canadian television for a bit. I was saddened to hear that Mr. Dressup passed away recently. Though the definite highlight had to be when, discussing a possible candidate to take over the driving to New York chores for a sick friend, Heidi McDonald’s name was brought up; as we all turned around to find her, she was just under some trees, her trying to hit a wiffle ball with a multi-colored wiffle bat, but she missed, causing her to spin around a tiny bit out of control. Plus she had pig-tales on. So funny and so cute!
The car ride home was, as expected, long. At least we had a mix CD by Katie to listen to. The best song? “Bad Bitches” of course.
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So yeah… the show was lots of fun. Again, it was disappointing that Unlucky didn’t do that well, but at least the rest of the gang fared better. And even though some friends were absent, it was nice to see the familiar faces that could make it. I know I say this every single time, but the show has really rekindled the desire to do comics. But I also know I say that all the time as well; I always give it an honest shot but I end up getting distracted or overtaken by other pursuits, mostly game related ones. Though now that I finally have the ball rolling, I sorta have to stick it. But something else has happened….
On the night before, MK & I were at Pearl Paint picking up some last minute supplies. As I was looking for pens, she recommended a set that Todd used, this particular Faber Castel set, and figured what the hell, I may as well give it a try. Well after a full weekend of using it, I’m converted. They’re so easy and comfortable to use, and it may change the way I do comics from this point on.
The thing is, inking has always been the one step of the comic book drawing process that I absolutely cannot stand. I just plain suck at it. It’s always been so frustrating to draw something cool in pencil and then to just destroy it via my shoddy inking skills. It’s the main reason why I don’t use brushes; I just don’t have the control, hence why I stick with nibs. Perhaps if I stuck at inking consistently over the past years I might have gotten used to brushing, like many of my friends who hated them in the beginning as well. But using nibs still sucks; its messy and even though strong, think lines are part of my style, which I can get via nibs, I still find them too constricting and awkward to handle. I knew some folks used pens to ink, but the idea was always “unprofessional”… a misconception that I picked up somewhere along the lines at SVA and has stuck ever since. But once I realize that some of my favorite artists used the same exact pens, I just realized that its best to go “fuck it” and just do what feels most comfortable. It’ll take me a bit to find out all that I can do with pens, but at least I’m on the right track.
But also, I guess the main reason to return to comics is that I’ve become increasingly tired and frustrated with video games. Specifically the professional side of things. I’ll explain later.
