Let’s get things started quickly: I have a cold and I pulled a muscle in my butt.
I’m not sure where I got the cold from. I think it might have been at Emerald City Comicon, as I shook hands with roughly fifty-thousand people, give or take the odd-ten thousand. In the words of Jerry Lee Lewis, there was a whole lotta shakin’ going on.
NOTE: For my younger readers, Jerry Lee Lewis is a rock-n-roll legend. He has a number of classic rock hits, including ‘A Whole Lotta Shakin’ Going On’ and ‘Great Balls of Fire.’ He also invented the spear gun and a method of extracting yeast from moldy newspapers.
This is not the first time I’ve gotten sick after a con and I’ve come up with a solution. I call it The Hand™. It’s basically a mannequin hand and forearm with an internal anti-bacterial dispenser. When someone wants to shake your hand, you instead extend The Hand™ and shake with that. Sensors detect the shake and a few seconds after the Hand™ is released, The Hand™ sprays itself with the anti-bacterial, guaranteeing a fresh, clean Hand™ for the next shake.
And, if someone happens to offend you, you can use the companion product: The Finger™.
I am, however, pretty sure how I pulled the muscle in my butt.
I stood up.
Yeah, I somehow messed up a procedure that I’ve done probably a million times since I learned to walk. I wasn’t fighting ninjas, ripping cabinet doors off, or even saving a bus-load of orphans and nuns from a fiery death after they hit a giant robotic goose sent from the future to warn us about the penguins.
So, yeah. Sore nose, sore butt, same imagination.
But I still think The Hand™ is a great idea.
Have a good and safe weekend.
Cheers,
-Jason
Showing posts with label Emerald City ComiCon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emerald City ComiCon. Show all posts
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Emerald City Comicon 2011: After-Action Report
ECC began with a bang, as the first thing I did upon reaching our booth was knock over a chair. This set a general precedent, as I continually knocked down displays, backdrops, and tripped on boxes. Eventually, Leigh and my brother Rick simply removed anything within arm’s reach that could be knocked over. Unfortunately, they could not me-proof the entire convention, though a general warning was issued over the loudspeakers.
I kid.
About the loudspeakers.
So, yes. ECC was a great success for Wayfarer’s Moon. It featured the introduction of our brand-new TRADE PAPERBACK which features the first six issues, an illustrated short story, six pages of guest art, some race descriptions, and maps of the world of Lachryn. It is, I can assure you, 160 pages of pure, Wayfarer’s Moon goodness.
It is not yet available online, but don’t worry, I will announce when our publisher, Creator’s Edge Press, gets it set up.
We had a great time as usual. A few of our regulars, including Diane our Superfan, Ken (the first person to ever buy an issue of Wayfarer’s Moon who was not a friend or relative), and Blue Sun, a regular blog reader, all showed up. We made a lot of new friends, fought evil, and drank a lot of water.
NOTE: There’s something about big convention centers that dry me out like a llama in a shoe store (I have no idea what this means). Despite guzzling water the entire time, my lips were so dry that I could have sanded a deck with them. This prompted my brother to invite me to his house, as his deck needs refinishing. I declined.
Our usual gang of con-buddies were there as well. In no particular order:
Jason Metcalf, artist extraordinaire
Randy Kintz, another great artist
Jason Martin of Super Real Graphics
Michael Oeming of Mice Templars and other projects
Mike Maihack of Cleopatra in Space
Beth and Maria of Famine Lands, among other things
Drew of Pokeweed had the great misfortune of sitting next to us
Chuck, Bile, Travis and the rest of the gang from Creator’s Edge Press
Cody Vrosh and his lovely wife Sheatiel Sarao from BinaryWinter
A new friend, Jeff from Jefbot
And last, but not least, Cari from Toilet Genie, who was kind enough to give me some water after I polished off the entire case I brought with me
All in all, it was a great, yet exhausting time. Special thanks go out to my brother Rick, who left sunny California to help out his little brother.
Cheers,
-Jason
I kid.
About the loudspeakers.
So, yes. ECC was a great success for Wayfarer’s Moon. It featured the introduction of our brand-new TRADE PAPERBACK which features the first six issues, an illustrated short story, six pages of guest art, some race descriptions, and maps of the world of Lachryn. It is, I can assure you, 160 pages of pure, Wayfarer’s Moon goodness.
It is not yet available online, but don’t worry, I will announce when our publisher, Creator’s Edge Press, gets it set up.
We had a great time as usual. A few of our regulars, including Diane our Superfan, Ken (the first person to ever buy an issue of Wayfarer’s Moon who was not a friend or relative), and Blue Sun, a regular blog reader, all showed up. We made a lot of new friends, fought evil, and drank a lot of water.
NOTE: There’s something about big convention centers that dry me out like a llama in a shoe store (I have no idea what this means). Despite guzzling water the entire time, my lips were so dry that I could have sanded a deck with them. This prompted my brother to invite me to his house, as his deck needs refinishing. I declined.
Our usual gang of con-buddies were there as well. In no particular order:
Jason Metcalf, artist extraordinaire
Randy Kintz, another great artist
Jason Martin of Super Real Graphics
Michael Oeming of Mice Templars and other projects
Mike Maihack of Cleopatra in Space
Beth and Maria of Famine Lands, among other things
Drew of Pokeweed had the great misfortune of sitting next to us
Chuck, Bile, Travis and the rest of the gang from Creator’s Edge Press
Cody Vrosh and his lovely wife Sheatiel Sarao from BinaryWinter
A new friend, Jeff from Jefbot
And last, but not least, Cari from Toilet Genie, who was kind enough to give me some water after I polished off the entire case I brought with me
All in all, it was a great, yet exhausting time. Special thanks go out to my brother Rick, who left sunny California to help out his little brother.
Cheers,
-Jason
Thursday, March 3, 2011
ECC Is Upon Us
Greetings!
The Emerald City Comicon is now upon us! Leigh, myself, and our band of stalwarts have been preparing for weeks now and it's time to expose ourselves to the public!
Wow, that sorta sounds wrong. Ummm . . . reveal ourselves? No. Er. Display? Bare? Unveil?
Ah, forget it. We're just going to show what we've got.
Crap.
How about: we'll be there and you may, if you so desire, look at us in a not weird way.
Yeah, that degree in English was worth it.
Anyway, we hope you'll come by and say 'hi.' We promise we won't do anything strange. For us.
Cheers,
-Jason
The Emerald City Comicon is now upon us! Leigh, myself, and our band of stalwarts have been preparing for weeks now and it's time to expose ourselves to the public!
Wow, that sorta sounds wrong. Ummm . . . reveal ourselves? No. Er. Display? Bare? Unveil?
Ah, forget it. We're just going to show what we've got.
Crap.
How about: we'll be there and you may, if you so desire, look at us in a not weird way.
Yeah, that degree in English was worth it.
Anyway, we hope you'll come by and say 'hi.' We promise we won't do anything strange. For us.
Cheers,
-Jason
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Stupid Snow
Well, if you live in the northwest, you're probably under a foot or so of snow right now. I realize all of you from back east are snickering, as you routinely deal with six and eight feet of snow, not to mention rampaging hordes of Yeti, but it's a big deal for us.
I just want it to stop snowing for the Emerald City Comicon, which is only a week away. I don't even want sunny or warm, just no snow. I would even prefer zombies to snow, as I can't beat the snow to death with a baseball bat.
NOTE: I realize that zombies are already dead. I guess I would be making them redead. Deader? Non-ambulatory?
Anyway, regardless of where you live, have a safe weekend and watch out for the yetis.
Cheers,
-Jason
I just want it to stop snowing for the Emerald City Comicon, which is only a week away. I don't even want sunny or warm, just no snow. I would even prefer zombies to snow, as I can't beat the snow to death with a baseball bat.
NOTE: I realize that zombies are already dead. I guess I would be making them redead. Deader? Non-ambulatory?
Anyway, regardless of where you live, have a safe weekend and watch out for the yetis.
Cheers,
-Jason
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Guess What?
The Emerald City Comicon is in two weeks!
We've been busily preparing for the show and we'll have some new things at the booth for those of you who've been by before. These new things include:
A new tablecloth
A new backdrop
An invisible dragon
A brother
The remains of a sandwich of uncertain origin
The brother isn't really new, he's just coming up to help out for the con. And never fear, the sandwich will be properly secured before the show starts, just in case.
Anyway, it's a three-day weekend (huzzah for Presidents), so have a safe and happy 72 hours.
Cheers,
-Jason
We've been busily preparing for the show and we'll have some new things at the booth for those of you who've been by before. These new things include:
A new tablecloth
A new backdrop
An invisible dragon
A brother
The remains of a sandwich of uncertain origin
The brother isn't really new, he's just coming up to help out for the con. And never fear, the sandwich will be properly secured before the show starts, just in case.
Anyway, it's a three-day weekend (huzzah for Presidents), so have a safe and happy 72 hours.
Cheers,
-Jason
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
ECC 2010: An After-Action Report
0700
The day began like most others, with a startled gasp followed by a throat-searing scream. At some point, I’ll need to take the stuffed porcupine out of the bed, but that can wait. I showered, shaved, breakfasted, nodded off, and then breakfasted, showered and shaved again. Needless to say, I was full, my face was bleeding, and I was out of shampoo.
0830
I arrived at Leigh’s house and rang the doorbell. He opened the door and hit me with a shovel, as was customary. We then packed his car with all the necessary con goods, which included a tablecloth, three boxes of books, a dolly, three sharpened wooden stakes, a zombie survival kit, 11.5 donuts, and a sock full of quarters. We departed, stopped, came back, Leigh put his pants on, and then we left again.
0915
We arrived at the Seattle Convention Center. I stood watch as Leigh unloaded and we then proceeded into the convention hall. We quickly became lost and were forced to eat some of the donuts to survive. Several nerds, catching the scent of donuts, attempted to make off with them, forcing me to sing ‘My Sharona,’ the Knack’s 1979 #1 hit. It worked and they retreated. Leigh’s now deaf in his right ear, though. A small price to pay for donuts.
0930
We assembled our table fort with a quantity of large couch pillows and then hid inside. To our left was Brittany Lee, an excellent artist and snappy dresser. To our right was Jason Martin of Super Real Graphics. Also in attendance were artists Jason Metcalf, Pepe Melan, Randy Kintz, Quenton Shaw of Creator's Edge Press, and the team from Alaska Robotics, Beth and Maria from ZB Publications, the brother and sister duo of Inanimate Sloth Bear Press, and writer Bill Harms. They formed an impenetrable wall of steel that protected us from the zombie warlord and his horde of undead. At least, we assume they did, as said horde never materialized.
0945-1800
It was all-out battle. Our foamy fort proved inadequate to stave off the legions of comic fans and we were eventually forced to interact with them. Leah, our colorist and medic, arrived mid-morning, providing us with much needed reinforcements. We formed a ragged line, with Leah and myself at the fore, where we fended off the frontal attacks. Leigh guarded our rear, furiously drawing pictures of voluptuous super heroines. Lunch was eaten. Blood was spilled. I sneezed. Twice. We survived, broken and bloody, nearly donutless, the detritus of battle strewn around us like so many empty water bottles.
1800-?
We retreated to the safety of a restaurant with what remained of our stalwart companions. Ale flowed like some sort of liquid, as we recounted the deeds of the day. We drank. We feasted. We were locked out of the parking garage and had to figure out how to get to our cars. It was a good evening.
Sunday came. It was just like Saturday, so reread up to this line and then skip it. Otherwise, you’ll be locked in an eternal loop, never to emerge.
In the end, despite the blood, the singing, and the inarticulate screams of pain, it was all worth it. We forged bonds that weekend. Bonds of friendship. Bonds of blood. Bonds that smelled faintly of athletes foot spray. Bonds that will never be broken. Unless of course, sufficient money is offered, in which case, all bets are off.
We will return to those Emerald Halls. We must. We owe it to those who came before us and to those that never left, possibly because they’re still locked out of the garage. It is our destiny.
Cheers,
-Jason
The day began like most others, with a startled gasp followed by a throat-searing scream. At some point, I’ll need to take the stuffed porcupine out of the bed, but that can wait. I showered, shaved, breakfasted, nodded off, and then breakfasted, showered and shaved again. Needless to say, I was full, my face was bleeding, and I was out of shampoo.
0830
I arrived at Leigh’s house and rang the doorbell. He opened the door and hit me with a shovel, as was customary. We then packed his car with all the necessary con goods, which included a tablecloth, three boxes of books, a dolly, three sharpened wooden stakes, a zombie survival kit, 11.5 donuts, and a sock full of quarters. We departed, stopped, came back, Leigh put his pants on, and then we left again.
0915
We arrived at the Seattle Convention Center. I stood watch as Leigh unloaded and we then proceeded into the convention hall. We quickly became lost and were forced to eat some of the donuts to survive. Several nerds, catching the scent of donuts, attempted to make off with them, forcing me to sing ‘My Sharona,’ the Knack’s 1979 #1 hit. It worked and they retreated. Leigh’s now deaf in his right ear, though. A small price to pay for donuts.
0930
We assembled our table fort with a quantity of large couch pillows and then hid inside. To our left was Brittany Lee, an excellent artist and snappy dresser. To our right was Jason Martin of Super Real Graphics. Also in attendance were artists Jason Metcalf, Pepe Melan, Randy Kintz, Quenton Shaw of Creator's Edge Press, and the team from Alaska Robotics, Beth and Maria from ZB Publications, the brother and sister duo of Inanimate Sloth Bear Press, and writer Bill Harms. They formed an impenetrable wall of steel that protected us from the zombie warlord and his horde of undead. At least, we assume they did, as said horde never materialized.
0945-1800
It was all-out battle. Our foamy fort proved inadequate to stave off the legions of comic fans and we were eventually forced to interact with them. Leah, our colorist and medic, arrived mid-morning, providing us with much needed reinforcements. We formed a ragged line, with Leah and myself at the fore, where we fended off the frontal attacks. Leigh guarded our rear, furiously drawing pictures of voluptuous super heroines. Lunch was eaten. Blood was spilled. I sneezed. Twice. We survived, broken and bloody, nearly donutless, the detritus of battle strewn around us like so many empty water bottles.
1800-?
We retreated to the safety of a restaurant with what remained of our stalwart companions. Ale flowed like some sort of liquid, as we recounted the deeds of the day. We drank. We feasted. We were locked out of the parking garage and had to figure out how to get to our cars. It was a good evening.
Sunday came. It was just like Saturday, so reread up to this line and then skip it. Otherwise, you’ll be locked in an eternal loop, never to emerge.
In the end, despite the blood, the singing, and the inarticulate screams of pain, it was all worth it. We forged bonds that weekend. Bonds of friendship. Bonds of blood. Bonds that smelled faintly of athletes foot spray. Bonds that will never be broken. Unless of course, sufficient money is offered, in which case, all bets are off.
We will return to those Emerald Halls. We must. We owe it to those who came before us and to those that never left, possibly because they’re still locked out of the garage. It is our destiny.
Cheers,
-Jason
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Another Friday!
Once again, it is that time of the week. The weekend approaches and as much as I love my job, I'm always happy to get a couple days off, though I will be at the Emerald City ComiCon all weekend, working booth B-19 with Leigh and Leah. Their names are just a weird coincidence, trust me.
It has been a busy, busy week for us here at Single Edge Studios. We've been getting ready for Con season, writing scripts, and getting our first trade paperback together. It'll contain our first six issues as well as . . . drum roll please . . . additional content! Yes, we've been at forges, hammering out new, exclusive content for our first trade. We hope you'll like it when it finally comes out (hopefully, for the San Diego Comic Con).
Anyway, have a good weekend and if you can, come see us at Emerald City!
Cheers,
-Jason
It has been a busy, busy week for us here at Single Edge Studios. We've been getting ready for Con season, writing scripts, and getting our first trade paperback together. It'll contain our first six issues as well as . . . drum roll please . . . additional content! Yes, we've been at forges, hammering out new, exclusive content for our first trade. We hope you'll like it when it finally comes out (hopefully, for the San Diego Comic Con).
Anyway, have a good weekend and if you can, come see us at Emerald City!
Cheers,
-Jason
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