Since you’re probably not one for futile endeavors, I doubt you click through to the Zine page very often to check on its progress. So you probably didn’t notice that I added about 3,000 words to the tally this weekend. Unfortunately, it’s looking like 15,000 isn’t going to cover it — I still have a lot of ground to cover, and I don’t think a mere 3,500 additional words is going to do the trick. Especially since at least a third of what I’ve written so far is sidebars and footnotes. I guess we’ll see.
Anyway, I’m not allowing myself to post any more comic strips here until I’m done with the Zine text. Those of you who are eagerly awaiting the magazine you paid for long ago are undoubtedly happy about this because it means you’ll be getting what’s rightly yours fairly soon; meanwhile, everyone else is undoubtedly happy about this because it means you’re spared the agony of reading more of my amateurish comics. Really, it’s hard to think of a situation that more completely embodies the concept of “win-win.”
In tangentially-related news, I attended Wondercon this weekend. As I’m not really a fan of mainstream comic books per se (besides small press/manga graphic novels, all I read is X-Factor — and that’s only out of a tenacious, nostalgic loyalty for Peter David’s previous run on the title) I felt a little out of sorts. But I do feel it was an appropriately-named convention, as I frequently found myself wondering many things. Like:
- Is an original paste-up of an ’80s-era Alpha Flight interior page really worth $1500?
- Is Mark Texiera actually impressed when you bring him a porn magazine and ask for a sketch based on one of the pictures, or was that dude just making an ass of himself?
- What drives a fairly attractive young woman to dress up as Lara Croft and wander amongst hundreds of lonely boys whose idea of how to relate to women has largely been shaped by comic books? Desperation? A violent need for attention? Suicidal impulses?
- Why was that little kid wearing Steve Purcell’s name tag? Is the creator of Sam & Max really a child genius, or did he simply become eternally ageless in the explosion that destroyed the Moon all those years ago?
- Have you never heard of soap, buddy? Phew.
- Where’s Scott Pilgrim 3, anyway?
Out-of-sorts as I may have felt, it was still worth the effort, since I bought an absolutely amazing poster.
Also, I discovered that if you’re wearing a press badge, people will give you free stuff… even if you tell them not to. I wish I were more unscrupulous so I could really take advantage of this amazing cosmic power confered upon me by lucking into a cool job.