Okay, I’m blogging about SPX in supplement to existing materials. Read Timoni’s entry, come back, and I’ll fill in MY side of the events. But, I don’t want to see you back here until you’ve gone through hers.
Okay?
Okay. Things that happened to me:
- I bought one of Jamie Tanner’s books, and he was a very nice man. He seemed slightly shaken that Timoni had stolen his scissors and I had walked away and entirely forgotten him while perusing the Top Shelf table. I wandered back past him and he was all, “Uh, did you want this?” You mean, the book I bought and asked you to sign? Yes. Yes I did. Thanks.
- The exact inverse (not really) occurred with John Allison: I got him to sign my lovely little book (tragically printed on coated paper), and then decided NOT to pay. “I suspect,” he said, pointing with his adorable British hand, “you’re going to pay for that, then?” Embarrassing. And while paying for it, I set my book down and someone else picked it up and began reading it. Despite his disappointment in me as a fan, John said “I think that’s probably his, is it?” or something EQUALLY charming.
I tried to convey to him that:
a) I read his strip every day
b) I totally even read it back when it was Bobbins, so I’m not just saying it, you know,but ended up only demonstrating the following:
c) I’m a total gushy nerd with an absurd boycrush on a comic artist.Isn’t that how it always is?
- I’d never heard of or seen Hope Larson, but was wooed by her sign, which read “Wow, rounded edges!” mere MOMENTS after Timoni exclaimed, “All I want out of this whole thing is a book with rounded edges.” I spent some time trying to indicate to Timoni (through the ancient art of politely waving and hopping impatiently) that she should COME TO THIS SIDE and SEE IT ASAP because then it would be funnier, but by the time she finally made it around, the moment had passed. Hope was extra-nice and watching her draw the character was inexplicably wonderful. I could feeeeeel the pen skating on ink in those perfect little loops. Sigh.
- I wore the sweater Rachel got me (from the 70s! from Europe! from a garage sale!) for the first time in forever and holy crap I like it. Except that I shrank it. Um. But it also made everything VERY HOT.
Doug: I am dying. Of heat exhaustion.
Timoni: “Uh, take the sweater off?”
Brain: “No! She wishes to strip us of our pride!!!”
Doug: “Um, no shirt. These shirt-tails, the collar…they’re just held on with elastic. Like those fake turtleneck things.”
Timoni: “Is that true?”
Brain: “YES!”
Doug: “….no.” - We tried to attend a session on “Sex in Comics” (a touch awkward) and found that the only remaining seats were the front row (really awkward) and then decided to stand up and leave moments before the session began, in front of everyone (holy cow that’s awkward). I love it.
- Exhausted: We then went to a party (thrown by the person on the left) in honor of the person on the right’s return from Katrinatown. It was friggin’ awesome, although I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I ended up gazing upon beloved album after beloved album from Garth’s WALL’O CDS. The party was not part of the original plan (the=my), but there were fortuitous circumstances. Or something. It was sweet.
Highlights: Apples To Apples. I find it difficult to explain how much fun this was. And, let it be known: mummies are absolutely not unscrupulous, simply misunderstood.
World Of Warcraft geek-out conversation with Garth, which, in an eerily domestic moment, led to ladies going into the kitchen only to return five minutes later with the question: “You’re still talking about this??”
Doug: “No, you missed it. We switched to Italian film for a while, but came back to World of Warcraft.”
Marianne: “You are a liar! How much of what you say is lies?”
Doug: “…”
It was a great party. Garth’s place makes me want to cry with envy. The food was excellent (I’d honestly never thought of just eating the cooked peppers/onions, my favorite part of most meals, on their own. MMMMM). The Harp was consumed. - That night, I had a series of really messed-up dreams, the least important part of the sequence being that I, on impulse, purchased a Gamecube, Xbox, and PS2, spending roughly $500 (a lot for a boy already over this month’s budget). Upon awaking, I was filled with the heady sense that going out, that instant, and buying only a PS2 for $150 would be, in fact, saving money. So I went out and bought the first game system I’ve ever actually owned-on-my-own, and I got Burnout: Revenge for it, and I spent my afternoon smashing things against other things. Dear non-intensive, low-investment video games: I missed you so.
- CORPSE BRIDE: Is really good.
*wince*
I feel like I can’t wait to get home
but
when I get home, I will have hours and hours of freelance to do.
So I’m not really sure what I can’t wait for, but, man, it’s gonna be awesome.
FYI: The “One With The Gun” Lesson Is Learned can be seen (and gaped at) here.
A few things. First, thanks to the goodness of cookies, your blog remembered that my name is “leina’ala rules” and I didn’t have to type it in. This is nice because I have grown weary of typing it over and over each day.
Second, I like your blog a lot because it has no animated gifs nor photos nor bright colors so I can view at the workplace and my co-workers who catch a glimpse can’t be sure it isn’t work. I’m sure that was the plan; you were right about to put the dancing hamsters in the sidebar and thought, “wait, Leina’ala’s boss will totally fire her if she is looking at hamsterblogs at work!” I thank you for this, my friend.
Third, I am totally mad that my SPX buddies bailed on me Friday. I am teh jealous of your adventures, and I assert that your boycrushes pale in comparison to my girlcrushes! Had I not the company O’s game on Saturday, I would have crashed your little SPXperience and we all could have laughed at me. Perhaps another time.
making babies with R Stevens,
leina’ala
a) I’d like to say I set it up speshully to do so. This is not true: You appointed yourself to that title, but I still wholeheartedly agree.
b) Sadly, there will be a redesign soon. The first 1200 vertical pixels will be animated Doom screenshots.
The real trick is to go sign up for Bloglines and begin tossing up every feed you want to watch. Then, read them in a stripped-down, entirely boring layout, without having to view the main site or even check back looking for new content.
Of course, earlier today, I read like 80 pages of Scary Go Round and no one cared, so maybe it’s different in different places.
c) I was sad that you didn’t get to esspecs. It was totally fun and stuff. We must all watch next year’s date with anticipation and clear schedules.
d) I would be more interested in R. Stevens if his comic was funnier. You can tell him I said that. It’s sort of overhyped.
donthitme
Diesel Sweeties is totally overhyped, but:
making babies with R Stevens,
leina’ala
Hey, Leina’ala, you too?
The sweater was hott
The Sex In Comics thing didn’t faze me
and a rewrite:
Marianne: “You are a liar! How much of what you say is lies?”
Doug: “…”
Timoni: “EVERY SINGLE THING.”
a) WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? JOHN ALLISON WAS RIGHT THERE. He should’ve blinded you to any pixel-art hackery.
b) When I say “awkward,” I mean “awkward for me.”
c) I must’ve missed that part: I can’t hear it when girls talk.