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a quick-hit ComicCon update
Jul. 29th, 2007 08:36 amUnlike many others posting on LJ, I didn't even try to go to any panels, or signings or whatnot. I was passingly interested but not enough to deal with crowds and lines. This was a business trip for me, and so I kept to the business.
although yes, business did include hanging with some old friends, both on the main floor and in the lovely wine bar across the street.
The "urban fantasy" panel on Thursday was SRO and well-received. ( crowd photo ) My highlight (lowlight?) involved the phrase "hot tentacle sex." No, it doesn't get better or worse taken out of context, alas. Signed books after, for about 90 minutes. Compared to Laurell's line, of course, we were as dust mites, but the mites had a pretty good time of it. ( authors photo )
Saturday I hied myself over to the center early and gave blood. They were very well-organized, and I didn't pass out. Yay! Recovered in full time to make it to my booth signing.
Armed with several pens, a bottle of water, and a Rice Krispies Treat (from the blood drive folk), this signing likewise went well -- many lovely fans, a few curious freebie-grabbers who will hopefully become fans, and a surprising number of people from the panel who found the tentacle remark irresistable (y'all are sick and I love you). I didn't let myself look up until the books (200+) were all gone, at which point I discovered that the hour mark had come and gone. Wow. I hope I didn't mis-spell anyone's name....
I decamped then to go outside and get some fresh air, wherein I saw a number of sights, including the age of insects woman, ( the elvis stormtrooper ), etc, but missed getting a shot of the guy in a superman costume smoking out in tobacco purgatory. Damn.
Back to the floor to meet up with my dinner companions, and I discovered that Team Luna had found more copies of Burning Bridges. So I signed for another hour, going through two more boxes until the show closed for the night and we were kicked out. My hand, at this point, really was prime to fall off, and the rest of me just wanted to fall over. At a certain point, your smile begins to feel more like a grimace...
(it was pointed out to me that I tend to do a lot more personalizing of signatures than most. But I hate just signing the generic whatever....)
( Team Luna )
As an aside, one of the amusing moments for me, personally, came when I was looking over some animation cells, wondering if I could really justify $500 for a production sketch of Eeyore and Tigger (the answer, btw, was "no, and also, hell no""), when I noticed a semi-familiar man next to me. I waited politely until he had finished his conversation to re-introduce myself. He turned, and looked at me, and said "my god, they let anyone in here!"
Ray Feist, whom I have not seen in many a year. So we stood in the middle of a very crowded main hall, and caught up. They say you can never find anyone at ComicCon and they're right. But you do bump into the most amazing folk (and some folk you can't ge away from -- I think I saw Chris Golden more this weekend than I did all Necon, mainly because the Pocket and Luna booths were right next to each other).
And that was the con that was. Today is non-convention work, tomorrow is play, and Tuesday I'm in San Francisco...
although yes, business did include hanging with some old friends, both on the main floor and in the lovely wine bar across the street.
The "urban fantasy" panel on Thursday was SRO and well-received. ( crowd photo ) My highlight (lowlight?) involved the phrase "hot tentacle sex." No, it doesn't get better or worse taken out of context, alas. Signed books after, for about 90 minutes. Compared to Laurell's line, of course, we were as dust mites, but the mites had a pretty good time of it. ( authors photo )
Saturday I hied myself over to the center early and gave blood. They were very well-organized, and I didn't pass out. Yay! Recovered in full time to make it to my booth signing.
Armed with several pens, a bottle of water, and a Rice Krispies Treat (from the blood drive folk), this signing likewise went well -- many lovely fans, a few curious freebie-grabbers who will hopefully become fans, and a surprising number of people from the panel who found the tentacle remark irresistable (y'all are sick and I love you). I didn't let myself look up until the books (200+) were all gone, at which point I discovered that the hour mark had come and gone. Wow. I hope I didn't mis-spell anyone's name....
I decamped then to go outside and get some fresh air, wherein I saw a number of sights, including the age of insects woman, ( the elvis stormtrooper ), etc, but missed getting a shot of the guy in a superman costume smoking out in tobacco purgatory. Damn.
Back to the floor to meet up with my dinner companions, and I discovered that Team Luna had found more copies of Burning Bridges. So I signed for another hour, going through two more boxes until the show closed for the night and we were kicked out. My hand, at this point, really was prime to fall off, and the rest of me just wanted to fall over. At a certain point, your smile begins to feel more like a grimace...
(it was pointed out to me that I tend to do a lot more personalizing of signatures than most. But I hate just signing the generic whatever....)
( Team Luna )
As an aside, one of the amusing moments for me, personally, came when I was looking over some animation cells, wondering if I could really justify $500 for a production sketch of Eeyore and Tigger (the answer, btw, was "no, and also, hell no""), when I noticed a semi-familiar man next to me. I waited politely until he had finished his conversation to re-introduce myself. He turned, and looked at me, and said "my god, they let anyone in here!"
Ray Feist, whom I have not seen in many a year. So we stood in the middle of a very crowded main hall, and caught up. They say you can never find anyone at ComicCon and they're right. But you do bump into the most amazing folk (and some folk you can't ge away from -- I think I saw Chris Golden more this weekend than I did all Necon, mainly because the Pocket and Luna booths were right next to each other).
And that was the con that was. Today is non-convention work, tomorrow is play, and Tuesday I'm in San Francisco...
