Look at those snazzy gentlemen (well, I look good–Dave decided it was a good idea to wear a glittery, child’s backpack while we met with editors. If we don’t get picked up, I’m setting that God damn thing on fire).
By far my highest point of the entire trip: Jann Jones (the Eisner award winning Editor of TINY TITANS, BILLY BATSON & THE MAGIC OF SHAZAM!, & THE BATMAN STRIKES) bought a round of Subway sandwiches for MMP & our friend (photographer, & wheel man) Henry Barajas.
I still can’t talk about this without tearing up. It was surreal, to say the least.
And she even returns my twitters, now! How cool is that? I’m basically an Eisner recipient by association.
Leinil Francis Yu took a photo of my SUPERMAN: BIRTHRIGHT tattoo.
He seemed just as excited to be at the con’ as we were. A real nerd’s nerd. Good times.
Dig how we wore matching outfits. “Great minds”, right? I mean: what are the odds of two nerds wearing a black T-shirt & blue jeans on the same day?
Matt (Fucking) Fraction, people.
I couldn’t find him at first (somehow I missed the giant “STARK INDUSTRIES” display in the center of the convention hall. Go figure), so when I finally tracked him down he had a line of fans wrapped all the way around the building.
Because I’m an impatient, overly-excited fanman I walked right up to the podium, looked him square in the eye and muttered: “Mr. Fraction? Cassssanovvva tattoo?”.
He looked at me, confused for a minute, and replied “…sure. Sounds like a good idea to me”.
I then rolled up my sleeve, and jabbed at my Fabula Berserko piece I had carved into me last year.
“No”, I explained “You don’t understand. CASSANOVA TATTOO!”.
His eyes lit up as he reached for his iphone.
“One minute” he told his long-ass line of fans, raising one finger up in the air to indicate the length of his absence for those Iron Man fans so far away that the sultry sound of his voice was inaudible.
He then hopped off-stage, took a snapshot of my brand (seen here), asked me to go show Garbriel Ba & Fabio moon (”the twins”) (over here), shook my hand & hopped back up to his adoring legion.
Stand up dude. He letter signed & sketched an elephant on my MMP bag (over yonder).
Awesome!
Silk Spectres.
Everyone’s favorite rapist sympathizer was represented in full force, this year.
The two young ladies pictured above constructed their own costumes from scratch, & I dug that quite a bit. All the others I happened upon were wearing one of the mass-produced, vinyl lingerie get ups that will be EVERYWHERE come all Hallow’s Evening of sorority whoredom.
You can take the ragingly uncomfortable idiots out of the dessert, but…
you know.
As much fun as we had at the SDCC ‘09, it was mostly work. We spent most of the days hunting down editors and editors’ assistants, talking up the book, attending writing/drawing/portfolio-building workshops & just, bascially working our asses off.
The convention center is GIGANTIC, and we’d often have to run from one side of the other to catch someone important to talk to.
Dave & I are both pretty unathletic, pretty unsociable art dorks, so it took a lot out of us. Plus: we had on heavy-ass suits, and we only slept about two hours a night (on our friends’ floor, next to eight other artists).
And we forgot to bring pillows.
And blankets.
And clean towels.
And food money.
It was a great time, well worth the effort (a fistful of companies are interested in our new book, we met a bunch of folks interested in collaborating & I scored a hush-hush gig I’ll be able to talk about in a couple of months), but I came down with the flu (”the nerd clap” as my lovely lady likes to refer to it) afterwards, & we’re pretty sure Dave is going to need knee surgery.
Yeah.
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This post was written by Eric on July 30, 2009
