September 30th, 2007

Whale fluke

Boring LJ business post

I've done a minor weeding of my friends-list of people who were no longer posting here on The LiveJournal.

(Maybe it's a sign of both how deliberately I add friends and how active my friends-list is, that when I remove those who haven't been active, that affects four people.)
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Stumptown Comics Fest, Part One!

"Is it cheating," I asked the woman at Stumptown Comics Fest's front table, "to get a button from a year I didn't attend?"

I was trying to stay honest. I didn't attend the second annual Stumptown, but hey, I thought the woman from that poster (and on the button I coveted) was cute. And when I attended the fourth (and bigger than ever) Stumptown yesterday, I did buy that button, by Gum. (The woman who sold the fest's buttons and posters thought it was fine.)

Pride and satisfaction can be found in odd places.

On Saturday I wandered the exhibition hall at the Lloyd Center Doubletree (where I've been before for the Providence Bridge Pedal expos) and let myself be happily overwhelmed by the number of writers, artists and publishers displaying their wares and talking with fans. I'm proud of controlling my spending in the hall (just the buttons and this year's poster); I'm less pleased with myself that I didn't really visit with people in the hall. Sometimes my shyness comes back, which is a less happy form of "overwhelming." So if anyone there looked at me and thought "Now who's that guy...," maybe you saw me and I didn't see you. But even then, not saying "hi" to people, I could appreciate the gathering, and just feel the creative waves coming off of people. Cool crowd.

And if that had been the end of my Stumptown '07 experience, that would've been nice and cool. But it got nicer and cooler.

To Be Continued? Why, yes!
Whale fluke

Stumptown Comics Fest: Part Two!

I went to Stumptown twice yesterday.

The first time was kind of an "area fam," wandering the exhibit hall and finding the panel rooms across the hotel driveway (and the hall to said rooms, with a carpet pattern that coincidentally looked like the Bat signal (which volunteer greyaenigma happened to notice and photograph!)). Then I went home, my hand still stamped with the little hey-I've-paid logo so I could get back into the con, and ate some snacks while watching the end of the Ducks-Golden Bears football game. (Well, someone had to lose...he said, trying to be philosophical...)

And while I had access to my phone, I left messages for knowmad, who I knew was at Stumptown but with whom I hadn't rendezvoused yet. He got back to me after those calls -- in fact, right after I left a second message (turned out he was checking my first message at the same time I was leaving my much shorter second message; elegant timing) -- and we aimed for meeting each other sometime during the panel for Mike and Laura Allred.

I made it. knowmad had made it, too: he'd described himself to me, as we'd not yet met each other in person. I hovered in the back as Mike Allred talked about an issue of his comic Madman -- one where he drew almost every panel in homage to a different comic artist's style, from Jack Kirby to Charles Addams to the Archie comics guys -- and didn't want to distract anybody during the panel. I'd have time.

So I saw knowmad see local animator S.W. "Conch" Conser and mistake him for me. This is the ONLY TIME THAT WILL EVER HAPPEN IN THE WORLD WE KNOW. (That one day, Conser and I were both blondish guys wearing red button-down shirts...again, strangely elegant...) But no wacky-sitcom mistaken identity wackiness ensued, as Conser said he wasn't whoever this Chris Walsh guy was.

(Lesson, Chris: YOU'RE ALLOWED TO SAY "HI" TO PEOPLE, and you're capable of doing that quietly and non-obtrusively! In fact, you've done that many times before.)

OK, then at panel's end we managed to run into each other and introduce ourselves. We'd had dealings via LJ because we both know octoberland; knowmad in fact used to live in Salen, Mass., same as her. I'm glad I went with the logic of If 'Land's a friend of his, he's likely a good guy. We wound down after the convention, talking while sitting down and having Orange Juliuses in the Lloyd Center food court. We never ran out of things to talk about, whether it was comics, movies, music or sports. He seems like a good guy. Looks like I've met another worthy person via LiveJournal.

And it was after that that knowmad and I got into my car, headed through the Hollywood neighborhood, and continued up Sandy Blvd. until we reached the neighborhood of Cosmic Monkey Comics, had a Chinese food dinner, and attended the event that will be in Part Three of my Stumptown '07 chronicle...