Yes! I live! San Diego Comic-Con kicked my ass all up and down the street, but I survived the brutal assault of the USA's largest pop-culture convention. Every night, coming back from the con, I felt like I'd been beaten with a length of steel pipe, but in a good way.
I met a whole bunch of very cool people while I was there, and came back with a handful of business cards in my pocket. (Possibly the coolest moment was meeting Cullen Bunn, writer of the excellent Oni series The Damned and The Sixth Gun, not five minutes after stepping out of the airport into the San Diego sun.) I sat through several panels, some of which were more useful than others, and others of which served as impromptu naptimes. I received no fewer than four Scott Pilgrim shirts, none of which I had to pay for (at least, not in money). I shook probably a dozen peoples' hands, and am thus now probably carrying several new diseases. And I also spent something like $180 on comics, and thus my suitcase on the return flight probably caused the plane to tilt to one side on the tarmac.
But I'm alive, and it was a hell of a lot of fun, and I don't regret going at all. As an 'aspiring comics writer' (whatever that's worth), networking is key, and if you're going to network anywhere, Comic-Con is probably the place to do it. I certainly can't afford to go every year, and in terms of what I want to do, I should probably start going to smaller conventions instead, where the focus is less on movies and video games about comics and more on, you know, comics. But that's a bridge I'll cross eventually. Right now I'm just happy to be home and not surrounded by sweaty nerds.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Guys Read book club: summer '10, session 1, Sceptre of the Ancients (Skulduggery Pleasant series, book 1)
Well, it's the day before my next session of the Guys Read book club, which means it's the perfect time to discuss the previous session of the Guys Read book club, from way back in June! Remember, kids: it's not procrastination if you can make up a good excuse for why it's late.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Yes! The time has come, the walrus said, for blood to be donated from Ted. I'm sitting in a faux-leather chair, smothered in blankets and with a needle in my right arm, sucking out my precious bodily fluid. This is a platelet donation, which takes around two hours, and so they give you a computer with internet access and—new since my last donation—streaming Netflix access, which makes me a very happy camper indeed. Heck, I'm getting such nice treatment here, I may never leave!
Gotta go—the masseuse is here.
Gotta go—the masseuse is here.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Long-time readers of this blog may remember this post from way back when, where I talked about the wonderful experience I had doing the Guys Read book club for boys in grades 4 through 6. This summer, I'm not only running another three Guys Read sessions, I'm also running three Teens Read clubs for guys and girls in grades 7 through 9. I just did the first session last Tuesday, and I consider it to be another grand success.