SPXAUSTION
Whew! SPX is over and the Cliff Face Comics crew has returned to our artificial-volcano lair. What a ride.
First, I'd like to get the lowest point of the weekend out of the way. Jog, of Jog Likes Comics was nice enough to stop by our table and say hello early on Saturday. Unfortunately, I was sporting my worst hangover since... the last SPX. The hangover was pretty muych peaking when he came by, and I'm not even sure I was able to put entire words together, never mind my usual difficulties combining those words into sentences. The good news for him, though, is that I feel so bad for my incompetence that I won't put him down in my Death Note (even though I now know his true name AND face.
Aside from that, the show was very enjoyable. We were in a strange, low-traffic aisle, but sales weren't too bad and we made some great trades. The biggest problem the lack of passerbyes caused was all the eye contact we made with the guys from Twomorrows. So much eye contact that, in another culture, we might be considered married. Don't get me wrong, they are funny, attractive men. But that was a LOT of staring we did.
Saw a lot of old friends & enemies, and made some new ones. Randy and Peter from Bodega Distribution/Publishing debuted some beautiful new books I'll be picking up at Giant Robot NY at the signing Tuesday. Mike Dawson was there with the original art for his upcoming Freddy and Me graphic novel. It's nice-looking stuff, and it makes me hate him even more. Enjoyed discussing the future of Cliff Face Comics with Tony Shenton on the ride down to Bethesda. Bruce brought his friend Mike and hung out until very late on Friday. Then he returned on Saturday with four bottles of wine, because he's incredibly nice and crazy. Wish he'd stuck around for Saturday night. Marianne, Colleen and Klio, complete with stinky box. The always Amazing Bill Roundy. The very neighborly Nik Fink. The always inspiring Alec Longstreth. The lovely Scott D. Elingburg and the Common Bond. Charlito and Mr. Phil, who have such high levels of enthusiasm, they must be deriving it from an other-dimensional source. The very abstract Andrei Molotiu. Jamie S. Rich, Bob Schreck, Scott Morse and Paul Pope. CSI: Miami's best friend and, surprisingly, not me — although we're often confused, Justin Jordan. Rafer Roberts, who we all hope made it home...
And now I'm getting very tired and I think I'll finish this post tomorrow. But, good show, everybody.
First, I'd like to get the lowest point of the weekend out of the way. Jog, of Jog Likes Comics was nice enough to stop by our table and say hello early on Saturday. Unfortunately, I was sporting my worst hangover since... the last SPX. The hangover was pretty muych peaking when he came by, and I'm not even sure I was able to put entire words together, never mind my usual difficulties combining those words into sentences. The good news for him, though, is that I feel so bad for my incompetence that I won't put him down in my Death Note (even though I now know his true name AND face.
Aside from that, the show was very enjoyable. We were in a strange, low-traffic aisle, but sales weren't too bad and we made some great trades. The biggest problem the lack of passerbyes caused was all the eye contact we made with the guys from Twomorrows. So much eye contact that, in another culture, we might be considered married. Don't get me wrong, they are funny, attractive men. But that was a LOT of staring we did.
Saw a lot of old friends & enemies, and made some new ones. Randy and Peter from Bodega Distribution/Publishing debuted some beautiful new books I'll be picking up at Giant Robot NY at the signing Tuesday. Mike Dawson was there with the original art for his upcoming Freddy and Me graphic novel. It's nice-looking stuff, and it makes me hate him even more. Enjoyed discussing the future of Cliff Face Comics with Tony Shenton on the ride down to Bethesda. Bruce brought his friend Mike and hung out until very late on Friday. Then he returned on Saturday with four bottles of wine, because he's incredibly nice and crazy. Wish he'd stuck around for Saturday night. Marianne, Colleen and Klio, complete with stinky box. The always Amazing Bill Roundy. The very neighborly Nik Fink. The always inspiring Alec Longstreth. The lovely Scott D. Elingburg and the Common Bond. Charlito and Mr. Phil, who have such high levels of enthusiasm, they must be deriving it from an other-dimensional source. The very abstract Andrei Molotiu. Jamie S. Rich, Bob Schreck, Scott Morse and Paul Pope. CSI: Miami's best friend and, surprisingly, not me — although we're often confused, Justin Jordan. Rafer Roberts, who we all hope made it home...
And now I'm getting very tired and I think I'll finish this post tomorrow. But, good show, everybody.
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