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October 12, 2004
My God How I Love FallCon.
Imagine a con where the tables are free, the crowd is receptive, the con staff bends over backwards to be helpful, and there's free food and booze for the attending dealers and artists.
Weird, huh? That's FallCon, a cool little get-together in Saint Paul, Minnesota. And I have to admit, Dirk was right: Small cons are great. I might even let him drag me to Anime Reactor, now. I wouldn't have a table or nuthin', but that would be a novelty, these days. I could really dedicate myself to photographing fat cosplayers for your amusement.
I sold out of SOLID! and The Naturalist's Guide to Art School. The former's gone forever, the latter I'll reprint for what must be the fifth time. The last copies of both are now sitting in envelopes and woulda been mailed today, but the post office was closed for Columbus Day. Oops. Sorry guys, I'll get everything out tomorrow.
Selling a good chunk of my stock was great, but meeting Matt Feazell was what made my day. Poor guy. I pity him for being subjected to me. But you can bet your ass that I'm not sorry I asked for this.
Uncanny likeness, isn't it?
That there's gettin' FRAMED. Or at least tacked to the wall.
Posted by Spike at October 12, 2004 03:18 AM
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