Motor City ComicCon, a Summary in 9 Parts
May. 16th, 2005 09:22 pm1. Left at Flint. For the Love of GOD, turn left at Flint!
2. Finally met
graveyardgreg, even if it was just long enough for him to sign my copy of Blood Sea (with "I forget which part I wrote!").
3. By the time we got in and paid admission, we couldn't afford the A-Team cast photo for Mrs. Badass. I apologize profusely. Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa.
4. To smother my sadness, I bought M.O.D.O.K.. Darn cheap for a Unique. You can get a KC Superman for six of him. I actually explained what M.O.D.O.K. stands for to the merchant. He was agape, which prompted this retort. "Really, man, this is a comic convention. If you want to find someone who can tell you that he's a Mental Organism Designed Only for Killing, you won't have to swing the dead cat very hard."
4a. In other news, while perusing The Good Booth, which carries a variety of RPG detritus at $5. They had, I kid not, about a hundred and fifty copies of Solid!; I got to tell the agent that it wasn't worth that much. Their selection wasn't much improved from last year (still had copies of most of Eden's ConX line for a fin each, plus some d20 stuff; Goodmans' Aerial Adventures hardcover was tempting, until I realized I had the individual parts already). While there, a guy said something to how he's too cool for something. YHB observed "yeah, you're the coolest guy here. You're the coolest guy at a comic convention in BF Michigan. Dude, you've mastered the art of keeping your sights low."
5. ThunderZone Wrestling put on a show. Rather enjoyable in parts. As one grappler staggered away from the Battle Royale, he hollered "Comics suck!" YHB simply rejoindered, "and wrestling's fake. You have a point?"
6. We were stopped at the border. The guard must have found it suspicious that a group of people could come back from a comic show having spent less than $100. He doesn't know that autographs count as a service, not a good.
7. On the way back, we stopped off at the world's worst Swiss Chalet for dinner. The ladies, M.O.D.O.K. and I enjoyed ourselves regardless.
8.
redeem147 introduced me to Ragtime. Great production. Must see it sometime. M.O.D.O.K. approves.
9. M.O.D.O.K. is on top of the HC display, flanked by a pair of AIM troopers. God, I'm a geek.
Anyway, it's all about M.O.D.O.K.
2. Finally met
3. By the time we got in and paid admission, we couldn't afford the A-Team cast photo for Mrs. Badass. I apologize profusely. Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa.
4. To smother my sadness, I bought M.O.D.O.K.. Darn cheap for a Unique. You can get a KC Superman for six of him. I actually explained what M.O.D.O.K. stands for to the merchant. He was agape, which prompted this retort. "Really, man, this is a comic convention. If you want to find someone who can tell you that he's a Mental Organism Designed Only for Killing, you won't have to swing the dead cat very hard."
4a. In other news, while perusing The Good Booth, which carries a variety of RPG detritus at $5. They had, I kid not, about a hundred and fifty copies of Solid!; I got to tell the agent that it wasn't worth that much. Their selection wasn't much improved from last year (still had copies of most of Eden's ConX line for a fin each, plus some d20 stuff; Goodmans' Aerial Adventures hardcover was tempting, until I realized I had the individual parts already). While there, a guy said something to how he's too cool for something. YHB observed "yeah, you're the coolest guy here. You're the coolest guy at a comic convention in BF Michigan. Dude, you've mastered the art of keeping your sights low."
5. ThunderZone Wrestling put on a show. Rather enjoyable in parts. As one grappler staggered away from the Battle Royale, he hollered "Comics suck!" YHB simply rejoindered, "and wrestling's fake. You have a point?"
6. We were stopped at the border. The guard must have found it suspicious that a group of people could come back from a comic show having spent less than $100. He doesn't know that autographs count as a service, not a good.
7. On the way back, we stopped off at the world's worst Swiss Chalet for dinner. The ladies, M.O.D.O.K. and I enjoyed ourselves regardless.
8.
9. M.O.D.O.K. is on top of the HC display, flanked by a pair of AIM troopers. God, I'm a geek.
Anyway, it's all about M.O.D.O.K.