Here's some general fan expo stuff:
I got up much later than I planned to, but I needed the rest after my work days (believe it or not). I stopped by McDonald's on the way down with my brother so I could download these new games for my 3DS (handheld gameboy type deal) so I could collect other peoples 3DS info wirelessly while at the convention... it sounds lame, and it kinda is, but I actually spent most of my time loading these different strangers onto my 3DS. Thankfully I did eventually run out of battery power!
While my favourite part of a comic convention is the panels, I only went to two this year. One on comics for kids, but there were a bunch of little kids in the audience (why was I surprised?) so it was difficult to get much useful info out of it- though the presenters were really cool to the kids.
The second had to do with a sort of new system of pitching an idea to this particular site, where it'd be voted on by the community at large, and the winner gets a dream ticket to develop their idea. Very cool stuff. Naturally I asked a question that weirded the presenters out-- it was slightly off topic, asking about getting psyched for a project that you didn't develop, but I think they thought I was talking about approaching the whole thing without passion for MY OWN ideas. Whoops. Phrasing.
There was another panel, I think it was a drawing panel (something I could always use some help on) but the thing was cancelled! I could have also aimed for the big DC comics "great news about stuff you should soon buy" panels, but I've gotten a bit disillusioned with those guys.
But whilst searching for the Pete Winning table (which was't easy) I passed this one artist alley dude who started off his conversation with "hey, soft sale, no pressure, let me tell you about my book..." and he was nice, so after I found Mike's table (I left a bunch of my stuff with him) I returned, bought his issue #1 and said how much I appreciate the soft sell. (I think that's the phrase, it sounds weird in my head right now, but you know what I mean)
Oh, I forgot to mention how, when I got there so late, I was't exactly relishing standing in line for a ticket (I brought an umbrella for shade- thinking ahead), but before I even got to the lineup a dude yelled that he had a ticket for sale and I was all "SOLD!" Skipped the line! Nice!
The only other newsworthy thing is when I headed over to the lionforge booth. I had no idea what their deal was, but the dude I talked to said it was a platform for online comic sales, so that's pretty pertinent to my interests as well. I was given a coin that could be used as a game token thing, but I even said the that I'd probably hold onto it for the reminder/website to check out later. And it's right beside me right now- it's got a cool stylized lion head design, I like it.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Whale Rider
I dreamed that I was riding a whale, and that I could feel its trust in me, and consequently I needed to be extra careful to not betray that trust. My youngest brother was up there with me- the whale was more what's-his-name from Pinocchio than Free Willy, so there was a fair amount of room, so long as you didn't cover up the tiny blowhole.
It was getting dark, so I asked to spend the night at this seaside hotel, where a big party was taking place. I confused one woman for someone I actually knew, felt super awkward, and then saw my actual friend behind her. She told me it was getting stormy outside, lightning all around, crashing waves- and my whale was being attacked by a giant version of one of those horrible anglerfish things, but it also had sort of crab arms, so even more horrible than it coulda been.
Guilty for leaving, worried for my brother and the whale, I ran back outside. Turning the corner, my brother was running towards me- he had already made for shore, he was safe! Relieved on that end, I turned back to the water, running and jumping in. In an unusual turn, this isn't where I had any kind of drowning nightmare- I could breathe under water! And, almost as useful, could form some grappling/tearing water weapons (Young Justice Aqualad powers... this is indeed a first). I tore off the crab arms from the anglerfish until it sunk away, saving the whale.
Returning to land, I was commended for my efforts, but told it wouldn't do for people to know about it, that it took one person to do this, that the group efforts of the local, what, marine unit? didn't get the job done. So time was turned back such that the special unit could take a crack at it, which left me concerned that they wouldn't be able to do the job, and that the anglerfish would be back.
***
"If you're a writer, then you have to write something."
That was the challenge I spitefully rose against, lo those many years ago. It's what got me doing my comic reviews, and part of what motivated my blog entries. I haven't been doing much writing at all lately, and that quotation above has begun to eat away at me again. It thinks it's SOOO smart.
I'LL SHOW IT! I'LL SHOW ALL THE QUOTATIONS OUT THERE!!
It was getting dark, so I asked to spend the night at this seaside hotel, where a big party was taking place. I confused one woman for someone I actually knew, felt super awkward, and then saw my actual friend behind her. She told me it was getting stormy outside, lightning all around, crashing waves- and my whale was being attacked by a giant version of one of those horrible anglerfish things, but it also had sort of crab arms, so even more horrible than it coulda been.
Guilty for leaving, worried for my brother and the whale, I ran back outside. Turning the corner, my brother was running towards me- he had already made for shore, he was safe! Relieved on that end, I turned back to the water, running and jumping in. In an unusual turn, this isn't where I had any kind of drowning nightmare- I could breathe under water! And, almost as useful, could form some grappling/tearing water weapons (Young Justice Aqualad powers... this is indeed a first). I tore off the crab arms from the anglerfish until it sunk away, saving the whale.
Returning to land, I was commended for my efforts, but told it wouldn't do for people to know about it, that it took one person to do this, that the group efforts of the local, what, marine unit? didn't get the job done. So time was turned back such that the special unit could take a crack at it, which left me concerned that they wouldn't be able to do the job, and that the anglerfish would be back.
***
"If you're a writer, then you have to write something."
That was the challenge I spitefully rose against, lo those many years ago. It's what got me doing my comic reviews, and part of what motivated my blog entries. I haven't been doing much writing at all lately, and that quotation above has begun to eat away at me again. It thinks it's SOOO smart.
I'LL SHOW IT! I'LL SHOW ALL THE QUOTATIONS OUT THERE!!
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