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This is a, a true story of awesomeness and drinking alot. Its a story of stinky nerds and weirdos in costumes. A story of running into random comic-book celebrities and the sheer power of my "skillz".
Due to time and space constraints i'm breking this into parts: Todays is the first part of day 1
Type your cut contents here.So let us begin.
Our story opens on a warm drizzly night in Omaha in front of Krypton comics. There is no better place to meet when going to a conventiom then the local comic shop. Once there me and Erik met up with Ora, his buddy John (I think) and the other two fellow con-goers Patrick and Chris(not to be confused with Kris a.k.a. chopsticks, or on this trip douchebag). We left for Chicago around 2:3o in the am, Erik slept softly in the back of the Jimmy as me and Ora had a good long discussion I don't remember. We stopped at the usaul stopping spot near the Amana colonies and treated ourselves to McDondalds and our vehicle to gasoline. A short four hours later we were in Chicago and were getting lost, this would prove to be a theme for this trip. The hotel was nice and almost an exact replica of the one I stayed at last year. We got to the hotel arounf 10:00 in the am, the staff luckily allowed us to check in sli9ghtly early. After moving luggage from one place to another we were all ready for some hard-core con-ing. Patrick and Chris wanted to ride with us, so I said "Okay" and the two young-uns hopped into the s.u.v. The Con was its usaull strange Friday-affair, scores of nerds waiting in line and scrambling from one booth to another to get the signature that would complete them as people. As I walked about, past the big publishers and small press alike, all the way past the many vendors to the back where they stash tommorows signatures of glory. Artist's alley is always something wierd to me: theres a huge amount of talent and passion and love for comics crammed back there, but its also very disheartening when you see all those guys and realise they most likely won't "make-it" in comics. Its inspiring and terrifying at the same time. Also you have the pleading eyes of good people to deal with. Its kind of like dealing with homeless folk, I'd love to help, but I simply don't have the money to help everyone. The alley did prove a good spot, for I met Mr. David Mack of Kabuki fame. He was a very nice guy and had some lovely prints with him. I ended up buying two and he threw in another "specail edition one" as well. It was then that I realised just what sort of comic-related goods I'd be on the hunt for: prints. I don't see the logic in waiting in loine for someone's scribble and making them sketch for me smacks too much of "Dance monkey dance!!" I like these guys and I don't won't to cause trouble for them, but, I do want something they've done thats at least a little specail, so:prints! They're limited to single shows and they're like sketches with out the hassle and wait, plus they're in color! So, Friday became print day! I got Mack, Dustin Nyguen, the zen-painter guy who's name I'm blanking on, and a battle hymn print. I also had them all signed, because the guys offered it and it'd be silly to say no. I kept to a $100 a day Con-budhet and did well the first day, even after the prints, a couple of g.n.'s and a copy of Battle Royale I was still under budget! As the day wore on fatigue set and a discovered Mr.Erik wandering around artist alley like a zombi, I rescued him from vendor limbo and we watched some anime. The dark cold room did not improve our sleepiness so we decided to go on a quest for the one known as Ora. To be continued. . .
Our story opens on a warm drizzly night in Omaha in front of Krypton comics. There is no better place to meet when going to a conventiom then the local comic shop. Once there me and Erik met up with Ora, his buddy John (I think) and the other two fellow con-goers Patrick and Chris(not to be confused with Kris a.k.a. chopsticks, or on this trip douchebag). We left for Chicago around 2:3o in the am, Erik slept softly in the back of the Jimmy as me and Ora had a good long discussion I don't remember. We stopped at the usaul stopping spot near the Amana colonies and treated ourselves to McDondalds and our vehicle to gasoline. A short four hours later we were in Chicago and were getting lost, this would prove to be a theme for this trip. The hotel was nice and almost an exact replica of the one I stayed at last year. We got to the hotel arounf 10:00 in the am, the staff luckily allowed us to check in sli9ghtly early. After moving luggage from one place to another we were all ready for some hard-core con-ing. Patrick and Chris wanted to ride with us, so I said "Okay" and the two young-uns hopped into the s.u.v. The Con was its usaull strange Friday-affair, scores of nerds waiting in line and scrambling from one booth to another to get the signature that would complete them as people. As I walked about, past the big publishers and small press alike, all the way past the many vendors to the back where they stash tommorows signatures of glory. Artist's alley is always something wierd to me: theres a huge amount of talent and passion and love for comics crammed back there, but its also very disheartening when you see all those guys and realise they most likely won't "make-it" in comics. Its inspiring and terrifying at the same time. Also you have the pleading eyes of good people to deal with. Its kind of like dealing with homeless folk, I'd love to help, but I simply don't have the money to help everyone. The alley did prove a good spot, for I met Mr. David Mack of Kabuki fame. He was a very nice guy and had some lovely prints with him. I ended up buying two and he threw in another "specail edition one" as well. It was then that I realised just what sort of comic-related goods I'd be on the hunt for: prints. I don't see the logic in waiting in loine for someone's scribble and making them sketch for me smacks too much of "Dance monkey dance!!" I like these guys and I don't won't to cause trouble for them, but, I do want something they've done thats at least a little specail, so:prints! They're limited to single shows and they're like sketches with out the hassle and wait, plus they're in color! So, Friday became print day! I got Mack, Dustin Nyguen, the zen-painter guy who's name I'm blanking on, and a battle hymn print. I also had them all signed, because the guys offered it and it'd be silly to say no. I kept to a $100 a day Con-budhet and did well the first day, even after the prints, a couple of g.n.'s and a copy of Battle Royale I was still under budget! As the day wore on fatigue set and a discovered Mr.Erik wandering around artist alley like a zombi, I rescued him from vendor limbo and we watched some anime. The dark cold room did not improve our sleepiness so we decided to go on a quest for the one known as Ora. To be continued. . .