Comic Con 2006 Part Four

So ends another series of comics about going to Comic-Con. Now all there is left to do is wait.

I was going to help Mr. Jon Rosenberg move into his new "inside" house (they won't let him live outside anymore) but now I'm not.

Here's the finished version of that Edmonton Journal article, and to the right you can see a small scan of the page. Topato is pleased with this.

Two more styles added to the Snakes shirts! Now you can get it in plain black and navy American Apparel.

Here's a link (60mb .mov, please save to desktop). There are cusses and it is boring. I'm the kind of effeminate sounding dude to Sam's right.

Comic Con 2006 Part Three

That's basically all I remember from Comic-Con. A lot of nice people came by, and we had some seriously hilarious laughs about exaggerated, dual-purpose body parts and hyper-advanced weaponry. Ride the wave. I vaguely remember a panel discussion in there somewhere. Thanks to Mr. Bort and Ferocious J (and the lovely ladies of Penny Arcade) for helping us out, and thanks to my Dumbrella brothers who understood that I simply cannot deal with things properly sometimes.

One more update on Friday and the Comic-Con story is over! Also I decided to go to that premiere thing.

Comic Con 2006 Part Two

Last Friday a handful of "web bloggers" and myself sat down to talk to Samuel L. Jackson for about 20 minutes about the business of snakes and the planes that they are on. I gave Sam a drawing of himself jumping out of an exploding airplane, asked him what he was most afraid of on earth, and mentioned something about "United 93" if I recall. I would host the video of the interview but bandwidth issues currently prevent that (and I am off-screen anyway so it doesn't matter).

If "Snakes on a Plane" has given us anything, it's the renewed joy of sitting around coming up with better names for movies.

I got invited to Hollywood Premiere of Snakes on a Plane, and I'm trying to figure out if it's worth it to go (ticket's free but I gotta pay for the flight).

Comic Con 2006

Here's the start of what happened to me at Comic-Con as soon as the taxi dropped me in front of those big old doors about twelve hours late. Pay attention, there will be a quiz afterwards.

There is this Wiki deal about webcomics drinking games that is pretty dang funny. My favorite is the "Overcompensation."

One of these years I'm going to dress up for the San Diego Comic-Con. I want to win my first Eisner dressed as a Squirrel Dude.

Freefallin'

This begins a series of rapid-fire OC comics coming out this week, there's gonna be about six comics between now and Friday in which I relate to you my experiences at the 2006th Annual San Diego Comic-Con.

Here's the part I where advise you to never fly Delta Airlines if you can possibly avoid it. I landed in Atlanta half an hour after my connecting flight to San Diego departed because they overbooked the flight in Hartford and had to re-weigh the plane. After being told the next flight was at 8am (this was about 9pm in Atlanta) I was informed by a Delta service agent that there "ain't no more hotels in Atlanta" and I would need to spend the night in that miserable airport. I was standing in line with three women who were reduced to tears by Delta customer service. They need to change their slogan to "Delta. Cry, bitch. Cry."

I desperately pulled the "I will tell 50,000 people never to fly Delta Airlines again if you don't do something about this" card, and they didn't do anything about it, so here is me making good on that.

Never fly Delta Airlines if you can avoid it.