Sometime in 1997 a guy named Erich and I started a band, but then I switched colleges, the band ended, and we lost touch with each other. However, we recently got back in touch, and he's doing comics and I'm doing comics, so we decided to do a split mini (like a split seven inch). Since we were in a band together, it only made sense that the theme would be rock and roll.
Here's the first page of my story (I'm still working on it, so if the color is bogus, or if you think some of lines are glitchy, let me know).
The idea was that we would have the mini all ready for KingCon in Brooklyn, which was scheduled for next weekend, but now KingCon has been postponed until I don't know when.
I am bummed.
The Boston Comics Roundtable just turned five! Five years! We had a birthday cake at the meeting last night, and some people made speeches. I didn't make a speech, but I have to say that I love the group. Both of my graphic novels were done in Vermont with a fair amount of isolation, and to come to Boston and find this group and become a part of it has just been amazing. I've made friends. There have been anthologies. Whenever I draw anything, I can bring it in, and people will give me their thoughts on it. I've gone to way more conventions than ever before because of the group. This includes a marathon drive back from SPX this year, a ride in which it was discovered that I am able to fall asleep mid-sentence and then wake up ten minutes later and finish the sentence. There have been discussions about ames lettering guides (how cool is that?)(not cool at all)(but dorkmeterwise it's off the charts)(which is pretty cool). I got help the last time I moved. When Joe and Azat got reviewed by some dope who didn't know Turkmenistan was a real country, the BCR was there to turn my indignant rage into laughter.
I even got telephone dumped by a girl right before a BCR meeting started.
But mainly it's just been great to have a place to go every week and geek out about comics. Comic drawing can be such a solitary activity. It's been awesome to be a part of the group the last few years. Thanks to everyone!
AND there's going to be a costume party tonight at seven thirty at the Crimson Lounge at Tommy Doyle's in Harvard Square to celebrate the release of Hellbound 2! Everyone in the vicinity should come.
Picking up from last week, where the tambourine went crazy and killed people.
And that's it for the maracas and tambourinerism! And that's also it for the Moleskine as well! I started drawing in it on July 26th, and except for a few missed days during SPX, I've drawn something in it every day since then. And now I get to buy a new one!
And look at these icons! Which reminds of this comic that my friend Ben and I started way way back back in the day (1999!) and rather regularly tell each other we're going to finish. Of course, we were a little ahead of the iconographism trend then, and now we're a little behind.
First, a fresh batch of the dailies. I'm not sure if I've explained these, but basically before bed every night I draw a moleskine page of comics. Originally, these were daily life type comics, but at some point I got fed up with that (not my daily life, but the drawing of my daily life) and just started making stuff up. This picks up from last week's batch about tambourines and maracas.
AND now, New York Comic Con, which was this weekend. I got into New York on Friday night (two and a half hours later than the scheduled arrival time)(Mega BUS!), and I immediately met up with my friend Stephanie from Peace Corps days (hadn't seen each other in five years!)(hadn't seen each other since Turkmenistan!) and her husband Rick, and we had many drinks.
And then Saturday morning was rough. Thankfully, Stephanie and Rick got me fed and on the subway and into Manhattan. I wasn't quite sure where I was going, but then I saw this and knew I was on the right track.
I then saw a Power Ranger whom I followed to the Javits Center, where I was completely overwhelmed. Seriously, my mind might have been a little frazzled from the night before, but that place would frazzle the most unfrazzled of minds.
In no particular order:
The yelling booth:
I'm not really sure what the point of this was, but people were getting into this booth and screaming their lungs out. There was a meter on the outside. This kid hit one hundred on his third try.
No way! And it's being taped for television? My sweet lord. Word on the street was that a lot more men were interested in this than women, about six to one. I'm shocked... and very curious.
Me and a Storm Trooper:
Notice the footwear, no way I'm running away from this guy with those kicks on! But seriously, Storm Troopers or anyone else in a costume that involves a helmet have no periphery vision, so if you want to attack them come from the side!
My friend Jacob Chabot is working on the first of series of Voltron graphic novels. This was the room where he had his panel about it. This was one of the smaller rooms at the venue.
Oh my God! Look at how big that room is! AND this is just like a twentieth or thirtieth or fortieth part of the show. This is a giant room that I actually had trouble finding. In this area there is a costume contest, some gaming, some cars, some sort of spinning top final four competition, and way down at the end is the autographing area, where the awesome Colleen Venable was signing books.
Darth Vader doing well with the ladies (but remember, no periphery vision, so I'm not sure he even knows they're there):
I actually saw this guy early Sunday morning in Jersey City out the window of the diner where I was eating the lumberjack pancakes and then again at the show:
The Batmobile with a Delorean in the background:
A Boba Fett lunchbox:
Chewbacca, Mini-Mario, and Princess Peach:
And Chris Giarusso drawing pictures and signing autographs (he's awesome):
Whew! And I don't think I even got the one percent of it. There was the giant new Black Eyed Peas video game which had groups of ten people or so on stage dancing to My Humps (heaven!), Lego sculptures, a bajillion toys, a Jedi club, video games, video games, video games, MTV was there (who knew they still existed?), video games, anime characters, silly hats, people who I thought might be in costume but maybe that's just the way they dress... and there were definitely some funky smells. I don't think those Storm Trooper costumes breathe well.
Thanks to Colleen, Tara, Joey, Candida, Shel, Chris, Jacob, Julia, Stephanie, Stephanie, Rick and Erich for making it an awesome weekend!
Yesterday I played wiffle ball on the beach! In October! In Massachusetts! Fantastic and riding the train up to the North Shore and the beautful sun and wanter and the Massachusetts coast, I swear I had a Massachusegasm. I love New England. A this time of year I don't think there is any place that I would rather be.
And next weekend, New York Comic Con! And this is one I'm going to as a fan. No sitting behind a table for me. I'm just going to be out there trying to get as many pictures with people in costumes as possible. Is Boba Fett gonna be there? I hope he's gonna be there.
AND also in little New York next weekend, there will be a little reception for a little comic book art show which features a little bit of work from a little me. Supercool. This is the notice:
AND this cracks me up and then makes me cry a little and then cracks me up and then sparks a melancholy ache in my heart for the way of the world is with its hopes and cruelties and frustrations and the fact that some people try so hard and... OH, GOD! IT'S JUST SO SAD AND BEAUTIFUL!
AND just in case you had any doubts about how awesome maracas are, check this out. Now you know.