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Thursday, Apr 5, 2007

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Title: 1839

April 5, 2007
12:01 AM

So here I am, finally able to sit for a few minutes and reminisce about the con. I’ve spent the entire day doing aquarium-based chores, so I’m exhausted and glad to get the time to sit and type. :)

Before I go on, let me say a huge and heartfelt thanks to the organizers and staff members of Emerald City Comic Con. They did great by us – our booth was HUGE. I believe we could have played full-court basketball in that thing, provided we had hoops. (Next year, guys. Seriously – think about it.) And the accommodations kicked ass. Just knowing that I was staying in the same hotel as Peter Mayhew and Feedback (HELL YES) was enough for me. :)

So, this was actually our first tradeshow-esque con since Comic Con 2004 – and it feels good to be back. As such, however, there’s a lot less to really talk about. We sat, we sold stuff, we met people, etc… No panels for me or anything. It reminded me a lot of Comic Con – which is good, because I think I needed that reminder. :) It showed me what I’ve been doing wrong as far as booth layout goes, so I won’t make those mistakes again. I probably will, actually… but that’s my nature. :) I did enjoy meeting a lot of you guys though – I was amazed to see not only a Tony Clone badge, (#11!) but an original CafePress Shirt Ninja shirt. That’s hardcore, right there. A LOT of old-time fans in Seattle, let me tell you. It’s like the motherland or something.

One highlight, I have to say, was meeting Darick Robertson – the artist for Transmetropolitan. He was a great guy, (and local, we found out – just lives in San Mateo) and it was fun to talk with the artist of a series I was really enamored with, and not come off sounding like a total doofus. I did beg him to push DC to get a re-release of those damn Spider Jerusalem glasses – they’re impossible to find!

Other than that, it was just a lot of fun to hang out with the other guys from Blank Label. It’s been too long since I’ve seen most of them, and it was nice to get together in realspace and chat and hang out. These are guys with more talent in their pinky than I have in my whole body, and we can just sit around goofing on each other like best friends. It’s nice… I really can’t wait for Comic Con when even MORE of us can get together.

Anyway, to wrap up, it was great to see everyone, and I hope we get a chance to do it again next year. Again, thanks to everyone at ECCC who got us out to the show – you’re superheroes. :)

Title: 1839

April 5, 2007
12:01 AM

Hey everyone – gotta put out the call for some help, so if you’re in the bay area and have access to some decent AV equipment, this post is for you.

In just two months, Liz’ con, “Dollectable”, will be debuting. Liz is a collector of the Asian Ball-Jointed Dolls, and has been organizing this convention for the better part of a year, to be held at the Clarion in South San Francisco June 1-3. Everything’s shaping up quite nicely, but we thought it behooved us to ask for some help. Maybe you’ve got access to AV equipment yourself. Maybe you just know a guy who knows a guy. In any case, if you have any leads on getting a good deal to rent or borrow 3 projectors and screens, an audio setup, (Mics and speakers for a presentation room) and perhaps a camera to hook up to a projector for close up work during panels, send Liz an e-mail and let her know.

What’s my part in all this? Security, of course. I get to wear a black shirt, dark sunglasses, and stand around looking menacing. Quit laughing.