Annual Comic-Con Post (This Year with Haiku)

Con has come and gone.
I took a lot of pictures.
But took more last year.



If you find yourself,
in costume or somewhere else,
find me for hi-res.

8-bit Assault Loadout

Tribute to retro/old-school gaming.  It was weird working on a quad-core processor in Manga Studio 5 at 125 x 125 resolution.

This design is available at RedBubble on shirts and whatnot.

Con Man

Things I learned at Comic-Con International 2013...

Jennifer Carpenter steals things.  Specifically, she took "a lot of stuff" from the Dexter set after they wrapped shooting for the final episode.  It was insinuated that she even yoinked the blood spatter paintings Michael C. Hall intended to take as souvenirs.  In case you missed it the first time, she reiterated that she took "a lot of stuff".  Also, she wants Deb to die because she does't want her in her head anymore.

"No I'm serious.  I think I might be going to jail..."

Kevin Smith is one of the world's greatest motivational speakers.  Nearly every person who came up to the mic on his Saturday night panel talked about how Lunchbox changed their lives in some profound way.  Not bad for a man whose most famous on screen character is known for being silent.  Snooch to the nooch.

Jim Lee is Stan Lee's son.  The Marvel Comics Legend legally adopted the talented artist after his entire village was mercilessly fire-bombed during the Asian Pacific War of 1973, leaving young Jim as the only survivor.  Thankfully the successful UN program known as "We are One World" connected the two of them and the rest is history.

The previous thing I said regarding the two Lee's is completely untrue.  Every.  Single.  Word.

Something true.  Jim Lee is a smart ass and his panels are highly entertaining, especially when you consider it's just some Korean dude drawing on an overhead projector.  In high school we called that Physics class.

Oh crap, he's lost it...

...Never mind.

Neil Gaiman looks like Snape.  I already knew this, but every time I see him in person, my brain treats it as new information.

American Superheroes are creepy as fuckall when done by a Japanese animation house.  Although I definitely liked the flick, "Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox" took some getting used to in terms of visuals.  Also, it apparently takes the Dread Pirate Roberts (Cary Elwes) voicing the character to make Aquaman bad-ass.

By Saturday night, the tents outside of Hall H smell like the camp of a mongolian raiding party, complete with horses, after riding day and night, unbathed for a week.

Any attempts by security to actively control a crowd of nerds is less effective than stepping back and letting said crowd of nerds regulate itself.

Steampunk is still gaining popularity.  It's only a matter of time before suburban rich kids co-opt the movement into the more mainstream friendly, watered down, Steam Pop-Punk.  I hope not.  Here's some "Chap Hop".  It's fucking weird.  That makes it pretty cool.

Finally, I took like a billion pictures.  Combined with the billions I've taken at comic-cons in the past, that makes for like, several hundred pictures.  Look for full on photographic goodness next time as I continue the SDCCI 2013 post-game..

The Death Star will be in range in 33 hours...

From the east they came...  Long-haired wildmen, some with beards thickest about the neck area, bearing strange long boxes filled with their curious pictographic literature and detailed figurines of legendary heroes.  Curious beings in elaborate garb and finery modeled from animated cinema orginating across the Pacific appeared in droves, some seeking not so much to witness the spectacle forming, so much as become the spectacle.  From the North and East, South, and West...  From all reaches of the globe they descended upon my coastal city like the Dothraki Horde.  Artisans and merchants sold their wares in the grand hall.  With them came the illusionists from the glittering, decadent metropolis to the North, seeking inspiration for their next work or an audience for their latest spectacle.  For 4 days and 4 nights the festival continued and the City on the Coast pulsed with excitement.  At the end of the fourth day, the festival ended and the curious visitors departed, some to far off lands, some to their normal lives within the city itself.  As the doors to the grand hall closed, some already began counting the days until the next year, when it would all begin again.

I've always been a fantasy writer at heart.

Comic Con is here again.  Pictures are coming...  If it hadn't been for villainy, this would be my 15th comic-con in a row, but circa 2000 or 2001 some foolish manager decided I didn't need the day off.  I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.  Of course not.  That would be awful.  I hate liver.  It tastes like its been used to filter blood toxins or something.