Wind whipped across the parking lot, driving the rain almost
horizontally across the asphalt. Two men stood facing one another by a black
sedan, the water dripping from them disappearing into the puddle at their feet.
“What now?” the taller of the two asked, the dull light from
the cloudy sky shining in his glasses.
“You know,” said the other as he curled his hands into
fists.
“We really going to do this?”
“There’s no other choice.”
The tall man rolled his neck and then swung his arms across
his body as he hopped from foot to foot, pausing to shake out each leg.
The other man looked up and let the rain wash over his face
for a moment, before settling into a crouch, left foot forward, hands up.
The taller man began to shuffle, firing quick jabs with both
hands. He settled into a boxing stance, shoulders forward, chin down. “On
three,” he said.
“Right.”
A car horn blared in the distance, reverberating off the
brick buildings around them.
“One.”
A woman walked by, her head down against the wind and rain.
She never noticed them.
“Two.”
The remnants of a plastic bag fluttered past.
“Three.”
Hands flashed on both sides and there was sudden stillness,
punctuated by the sound of rain hitting the car.
“Poop,” said the shorter man. His outstretched hand showed
scissors.
“Ha!” said the other, his hand showing rock. “You have to
carry the big box!”
The preceding was a dramatic interpretation of how we
figured out who had to carry the heavy stuff in a parking lot near the Seattle
Convention Center. Actually, we parked in the underground lot, so it wasn’t
really wet. And we had dollies. And, frankly, everything was heavy.
It’s probably best to just forget that first part.
Anyway, Leigh, my brother Rick and I survived ECC 2014
intact. There were a lot of early mornings, as the parking lot is full by 9 am,
but we persevered and managed to get decent parking all three days. Jason
Raines, the penciler on Capes & Heels showed up later and had to park
almost 7,001 kilometers away, which is something like 3 blocks.
Yes, I’m a bit hazy on the whole metrics thing.
To sum up the con: fun, costumes, nerds, hot-dogs, pictures,
more fun, many con-buddies, fans new and old, finishing with sleeping and then
doing the whole thing over again. It was like attending a party for three days
with comics and intermittent alcohol.
We saw a lot of con buddies and friends alike. To our left
was David Ketcherside. Across the aisle were the Scottish Ninjas and to our
left was Sam Wood. Our con buddies Jason Metcalf was in attendance, as was
Quentin Shaw of QED Publishing, Jason Martin, Randy ‘Rantz’ Kintz, and Beth
Guizzetti of ZB Publications.
Overall, a great time was had. Drinks were drunk. Hot dogs
were consumed. Comics were . . . comicked.
Next up for us is the Salt Lake FaneXperience on April 17-19th.
Come by, say ‘hi,’ and check out some of our new projects.
Cheers,
-Jason
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