this weekend in seattle i went deeply into the red in both personal spending money and wife-points, gleefully spending both on some very silly things at the fourthennial emerald city comicon. i picked up some neat comic books—ahem, i'm sorry, graphic novels—loaded up on free schwag, saw the penny arcade guys, unloaded the free schwag into my car and went back to the free schwag table for more free schwag.
highlights:
stale nerd sweat
six-person descent
finally being the least nerdy person in the crowd
artwork more powerful than you can possibly imagine
gabe cursing at tycho, in real time
actual jedi
lowlight:
food. as happens all too often on the road, i wound up with too much fast food in my belly. fried food is not food. it's like yoda says: chew or chew not; there is no fry.
Sounds like fun, I love PA but haven't ever seen them in person.
Hottest comicon moment ever: accidentally wandering into an… *ahem* mature section of an exhibitor's booth, seeing book covers with copious boobies, looking up to see reasonably attractive female reading one. "I'm a married spud, I'm a married spud…"
matt, everyone knows that vacation food doesn't count towards the real food.
I really should not post a comment you your blog, because I can count on my one remaining and rather ugly finger how many times you've posted to mine (you ass), but I fell that I must say the whole comic expereince sounded like great fun.
Er….feel. I fell too. That's how I lost my fingers. (sigh) It's really a long story.
Carp. I mean crap. "ExpereinceCarp. I mean crap. "experience" not "experience." Hoo-daddy. Now I see why you don't post to my blog. I can't speel.
I'm just going to crawl into a corner some place and cry now.
that thing you just did, where you said one thing and realized someone would think it was foolish so you said something else to mask the foolishness of the first thing but in fact only reinforced it and iterated this last step a few times and got stuck in an endless downward spiral of idiocy not wanting to stop because the blithering is better than the silence afterward with everyone looking at you wide-eyed and slack-jawed, that summarizes my life between ages ten and nineteen.
That pretty much sums it up. I'm nearly 25, and I'm still in that stage.
Comicons are fun. I'm going to write a post on my own blog though about how we've both met the Penny Arcade guys at a comicon, both have funny stories to tell, but we have not discussed it between the two of us in any way. It just weirds me out.