Another webcomic, the NYCC recap and sickness.
APK | February 11, 2009 | 8:52 amSo to touch on the last thing first and deal with the first thing at the same time – you want to know how sick I’ve been? I had a new webcomic launch yesterday and didn’t feel up to mentioning it. Yeah, me, the great whore.
Anyway, As you all probably know, Legend of the Burrito Blade (http://www.burritoblade.com) updates every Monday, Weds and Fri (so yes new page today!) but that left two whole days. Two whole days!
Things Wrong With Me (http://www.thingswrongwithme.com) is a webcomic that, I think, only works online. It wouldn’t work right in print, at least not to my eyes. The idea is minimal art, just some head shots, and conversation. Sometimes they happen in a bar, sometimes not. All right, mostly they happen in a bar. And while it seems, for now, as if they are random, there is a plot there, one that will slowly uncover itself. But really, you go for the conversation (because if you’re anything like me then conversations with your friends get really odd) and the kick-ass heads by Matteo Scalara. Things Wrong With Me updates every Tues and Thurs and as an added bonus there are a bunch of “preview updates” already there as well. So enjoy. If you’re on LiveJournal you can just friend user thingswrong.
Moving on to NYCC… great convention. Mostly due to working with some great folks. When I offered to help out at the Image booth I knew that I would be walking into a very certain situation. Here were some folk who were used to working together and then this schmuck comes along and is all “I’ll help” and who does he think he is? And I’ve had situations like that turn out for the worse, from being on both sides of the equation. This time though they could not have been better people. No lie.
So yeah all the work was good, the people were great, the parties were awesome. Now some of the people who stopped by the booth…
All right, not everyone knows who Image is, or what company publishes what book. I get that. I don’t expect any different. But twice people came up and asked me about books that IDW puts out. The first time, when they asked about Next Men, I mentioned where he could get it, who put it out and all, and was then treated to a small lecture about why the book should continue. All right, some people just need to be heard, and so I half-listened while helping someone else. I mean, I get it, he liked that book. A lot. But the next guy who wanted to know about Angel: After the Fall, when told it was an IDW book and not an Image book (and therefore not where he was) told me that “they both start with I,” and well, yes, he did know his alphabet very well. It didn’t change anything, but there you have it.
I still enjoy the guy who came up to me, leaned over some to get a good look at the name on my badge, squinted at it, and said “Who are you? Oh, I don’t care about you,” very fast before walking away, looking around for someone he did care about. I respect the honesty, really.
The other guy who really caught my attention was the name who talked! like! this! Every word was it’s own individual command. “It is very important you tell me right now where the food court is,” he said in his odd staccato. We didn’t really know. Downstairs maybe? That wasn’t good enough. He needed to know exactly where. But we didn’t know. We … I mean you need to understand … we didn’t know.
And that was something else. We kept a map nearby and spent a lot of time helping people find other booths. Because NYCC is not only odd to navigate – its own staff don’t seem to know. Seriously, one of them came up and asked me where something was.
But as good as the convention was, let us not forget that comics also tried to kill me. By Sunday I was getting sick fast and I honestly do not remember all of Sunday night. Monday morning less so. I know Vin was over, he was getting sick, too, but was brave and strong enough to get us juice and such. I know, also, that at one point I went to go lie down because I couldn’t handle sitting up. Monday is, to be honest, a blur. So is most of Tuesday. I find myself at Wednesday, slightly confused.
Oh, and one bonus thing – I laid the start for a new column to go live sometime in the next month or so. A very interesting column. More as it gets closer.

If this mystery column is about puppet porn, I’m coming to kill you. Soon. With my hands.
You must be stopped.