I love getting my geek on. So it’s a wonder that I’ve only been to three comicons in my whole life. My first was last year’s Emerald City Comicon, then Phoenix Comicon and this year’s ECCC. Each experience has been a fun and new experience. Obviously my first comicon was a new experience. Then in Phoenix I helped two friends with their table, so I got to see what it’s like behind the table. This year was another new experience. I thought I knew what to expect but this year’s con was different from last year’s.
This year I didn’t go with anyone. I had loose plans to meet up with some friends there, and my friends, Connie & Sara, had a table this year (check em out, they have a sweet webcomic called Mirror World) but I didn’t actually have anyone that I was going with. Because of that I was alone a lot. It wasn’t a terrible thing. I got to go to whatever panels I wanted and wander the show floor as the mood took me. The thing that was kind of challenging about going alone is that I’m shy. I don’t talk to people, so I don’t make eye contact cause if you make eye contact you have to talk to people. So walking around the show floor by myself was sort of dumb and a tad awkward as I tended to be a creepy lurker.
Saturday was the best day. I started off seeing Wil Wheaton, who is one of my favorite people to see. He’s an excellent writer who never fails to make me laugh. I was never a trekkie, but I started watching Star Trek Next Generation just to see young Wil be Wesley Crusher. Also the show is actually quite entertaining. So I started the day off right with a packed out room full of love for Wil Wheaton. I tried the show floor for a bit, but holy mother of pearl, the place was wall to wall. Eventually I met up with my friends, had lunch, and hit the show floor a little drunk due to margaritas at lunch. I think with the show floor so packed being a little drunk was the best choice.
I decided to bring my two year old with me on Sunday.
I thought, from my experience last year, that Sunday was a pretty mellow day. I was wrong. Last year I had a boyfriend who was a huge trekkie. Also last year there was a ton of Star Trek stuff going on. They had Jonathan Frakes, Brent Spiner, William Shatner and Wil Wheaton. There were several panels that the old bf wanted to see. So Friday and Saturday felt like an absolute whirlwind of going from panel to panel, on top of trying to see as much of the show floor as possible. So when Sunday rolled around there wasn’t much to do, but shuffle aimlessly through the show floor in some sort of geeking out coma. I know for next year, Friday is the best day to take a little kid.
Sunday was also going to be the day I looked at actual comics. I was going to browse a bit and hopefully come home with a bunch of new comics to read on my road trip to California. But trying to wrangle a two year old, while checking out comics and make small talk with the artists/writers is impossible. Seriously. Not. Possible. The show floor was actually still a little too packed for Jack who really wanted to walk, but I’m sure felt he couldn’t because of the crowds. I did see a couple comics I’m going to buy some time soon, Rainbows in the Dark and Kill Shakespeare look pretty interesting to me.
I do have a couple regrets and one cool thing. I’ll share the cool thing first.
At Phoenix Comicon, while I helped my friends with their Mirror World table, I met Patrick Finch. He’s an excellent artist, and it was awesome to see him at ECCC. I bought this sweet Ariel (The Little Mermaid) from him at Phoenix Comicon. We talked about making Disney Princess’ sexy and how he should do a whole bunch of them. He said he might do Belle from Beauty and the Beast. I thought that would be awesome since Belle is my favorite Disney Princess. So after the con I looked him up online and every now and again would pop over to his site to see if he said anything about it. Then I saw him at ECCC and actually went up to him and told him the whole story about how we met and talked about Belle. He had done a sketch and was selling them, so I said I would absolutely take one. He gave it to me for free since I had been waiting for it! I also bought his Harry Potter print cause that was also badass and I would have ended up buying both anyway. He’s a really down to earth guy who is super nice. There can be some artists that seem unapproachable but Patrick doesn’t seem that way at all. I mean, I overcame my crippling shyness and approached him myself. So that is my awesome thing.
My lame regrets for this con, James and Oliver Phelps. When Tom Felton (aka Draco Malfoy) cancelled his appearance, the Phelps brothers stepped up. Wil Wheaton mentioned the ridiculous popularity of the two likening their fans to those of the Beatles; screaming teenage girls and their mothers. So I knew getting into the panel on Sunday would be challenging, especially with a squirmy loud two year old. I also got there at 12:45 and the panel started at 1pm, so I figured there would be no seats left.
I could have stood in line for hours and paid $50 to get a picture with them or get them to sign something. I heard, however, that they were so popular people were being rushed through. James & Oliver were being perfectly polite, there was just no time for anyone to say anything except “Hello!” picture/signature and “Thank you!”. Since thirty seconds is not enough time to convince one of them to marry me I thought what’s the point? So I didn’t even get to see them, which makes me sad.
The last lame regret is that Jeph Jacques who does Questionable Content was at the TopatoCo table but I didn’t realize it because I had fallen behind in reading my blogs/webcomics. So on Sunday night I was catching up on QC and saw that HEWASTHEREANDIMISSEDITANDIMSOSAD! Super duper bummer. Thing is, I thought I caught a glimpse of Marten on a cover but then I had my kiddo tugging on my hand so the thought flitted from my head.
Last thing I’ll say about the comicon is that the costumes were awesome this year. There was Steampunk Justice League, Rick from Walking Dead complete with terrifying zombie, and an excellent, equally terrifying Doctor Who angel.