Emerald City Comic-Con!

Emerald City Comic Con was a blast.  Not only was it one of the greatest weekends I ever had, but it was an incredibly eye-opening experience.  I found out that some of my favorite writers/artists have the same type of sense of humor as I do, and sometimes they don't.  They really really don't.  One of my favorite moments was walking through the convention center and just witnessing all the different walks of life coming through.  All these people (people you swore you saw one night at the bar or one morning at the coffee shop) no nerd flag flying high at the time, and then BAM they are stopping you in the Con to mention how awesome the print you bought was.  Keep in mind, these individuals didn't get in for free, they made the same conscious decision I did and shelled out cash for the tickets.  That realization hit me almost on an epiphany level.

One of the highlights of ECCC was meeting Ben Thompson of BadassOfTheWeek.com I've been a long time fan of his books and didn't even realize he was going to be at ECCC. Saw the booth, bought two books (including an advanced copy of his latest book), had them signed.  (Actually got a third book for free thanks to general greatness and dumb luck, also signed). In response to him being great to me, I purchased a certificate that proves without a shadow of a doubt from the leading authority on baddasses that I am in fact a certified badass.

That's right ladies.  Titanium Testicles.

Another highlight (probably my most infamous) was bringing my shitty Christmas present blow up doll to get signed by artists and writers.  Quick explanation this blow-up doll is like 2 and a half feet tall, no holes, and not even nude.  This is the closest thing to dead weight as an inflatable can be.  I hated it.  Well, inspiration struck and I brought it and had it signed by different people (including Matt Fraction, Jhonen Vasquez, Ben Thompson, and more).  My good friend Kirby suggested we should have Darick Robertson sketch on her.  Brilliant idea.  We took her to Darick I threw the cash from my wallet into the charity he was supporting and he tatted her up hard.  Fucking amazing.

She killed a man in prison.

I found out my self-control drops to absolute 0 in the face of a convention and I spend money like a motherfucker.  I spent an absurd amount of money (totally worth it).  Can't wait for ECCC 2014!