Further Pictures of Big Apple Comic Con

Here's some more proof I deserve to write off my con ticket as "blog research."

"Remember me in Harold Square." I sang that in grade school chorus.
I also worked at Old Navy. Total coincidence.

"Angel" and "Drucilla." One not as good as the other, but a respectable effort.

"Anakin" and "Padme." Actually amazing costumes.
She was actually really cute, and he completely looked like a tool.

Some Dr. Who comic pages I shot for a could Who friends.

And a big ol' Doc to top that off.

Not pictured: sushi, getting lost between some weird apartment building on Madison and Grand Central because we tried to find an Auntie Ann's Pretzels, and about 1500 living personifications of The Simpsons' Comic Book Guy.

Big Apple Comic Con: Not Your Big Daddy's Con

So Big Apple Comic Con. Actually, after the behemoth that was New York Comic Con this past year, BACC was much more what I would have expected from such an event. It reminded me of when I was a kid and would check out the permanent indoor flea market a couple downs over and talk to the one guy who exclusively sold Star Wars paraphernalia. It smelled of old toys and comic pages and a little bit of sweaty nerds. Here were my favorite moments:

Darth Vader and a few sandtroopers wandering around outside while the line to get in wrapped halfway down the avenue. THEY HAD THE VOICE CONTROLERS!

40-something Harry Dresden meandering about.

Fat black Ben Riley.

X-Men Noir: All your favorite characters, de-powered and stuck solving murder mysteries and whatnot. How had I not heard of this?

And I'm told that in some colleges, down South, according to my source, young women will wear a tampon soaked in vodka and absorb the alcohol directly into their bloodstream, so they can get hammered in class. I would recommend against using a red wine, but then again that may be the best camouflage of all.

Sound A Doggy Makes at Big Apple Comic Con!

Today The Sound A Doggy Makes will be at Big Apple Comic Con's Spring show at Penn Plaza Pavilion in NYC!

This means that if you want to meet me and have fun, you probably should have bought a ticket a while ago and come down! (They're still available at the gate, no worries.) It also means I'm going to be triple-fisting it as my awesome self, a subtly ravenous fanboy, and as an assistant to a junior casting agent friend-type lady. (I will be acting as pack mule for all our stuff.)

This means that I will have an amazing time and write about the crazy crap I see and do.

And that means I can write off my business and train tickets as business expenses. Nice.

I totally interned at Toyfare, a sister publication to Wizard for like two weeks.
I was the fourth person fired in 5 days.
Two years later every magazine published by Wizard was killed
and they rebranded as a web site. Glad I didn't stick around.