Dead sexy betch.


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I went to a screening tonight at the Museum of Comic and Cartoon Arts tonight, of some interviews with Chuck Jones. Every Thursday, MoCCA actually has lectures & conversations, yet this is the first time I've actually gone. It was very interesting.

At a time when I'm scrounging for storyboarding scraps or am doing boring post work at studios, dealing with the tedium of After Effects or Photoshop touch-ups, it's refreshing to be amongst animators, or at least people still interested in animation. It's inspiring, I dare say.

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I was out of town all last week and part of this week. I was in Florida. Man, I hate Florida. I was visiting Broseph and Dru. Dru has kids now. At least, one fully formed, real kid. Another is on the way. It's strange. She's totally preggers. Her man seems upstanding and cool. Looking at her, Broseph, and myself it's hard to believe that (a. we are edging our way out of our twenties and (b. have known each other since before our twenties. Weird.

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Pre-Watchmen

Slept like 12 hours out of 52.

Assignment done.

Never want to draw again.

Note to self: You need a new damn scanner. This one doesn't even have a lid.

I'm crashing for a brief nap (number 2 of the day) before I head to the city for 'Watchmen'. Will it suck? Will I hate it, and the last 13 years of embracing that graphic novel will be shat upon by Zack Snyder? Time will tell.

Yipes.

It looks like I have to wait until Monday to see The Watchmen now. I got a last minute storyboard assignment, Hope is in town, and Tre has also asked me to wait for him to get back in from Europe.

Blah.

I hope I can make it, and I hope I can make it without hearing too many reviews. I am hoping to God it doesn't suck, and I am perplexed at the idea of reviews coming out to sway me in one direction or the other.

Meanwhile... it has 65% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, which is down from what I had seen earlier. Eugh. I will just avoid it from here on out.

Watchmen Art on Exhibit @ MoCCA

Good to know.

9 Trailer

This looks amazing. Creepy as all hell to be sure, but visually amazing. This totally creeped up on me, I'd not heard a thing about it before the other day.

NY Comic Con 09

Er, yeah, right. Apparently I have a blog.

SO.

I went to NYCC. It was simultaneously a clusterfuck and awesome. I won't get into the particulars about the clusterfuck part of it. That had to do with some bonehead and badges and wah wah wah. I'll talk about the awesome-- which was a large part of it!

There were.... awesome little toy things, for instance.


Yeaaaaah.

And there were a lot of booksellers apparently feeling the sting of a bad economy--you know how you go to the con on the last day and the last few hours everyone starts trying to offer discounts, desperate to not have to lug stuff home? Well the last day sales were every day! At Tales of Wonder I got a Drew Struzan book, normally retailing for $60 for $20! Unreal! Their loss in profit is my bookshelf's gain.

I came across the table for Art²Publishing, which appears to be a pretty damn solid independent book company.... they had this book, which I LOVE-- I need to check out the rest of their small catalouge:



There was Oni Press' booth, where I scored the awesome, obligatory copy of Scott Pilgrim Vs the Universe:


I was lucky enough to be there when Bryan Lee O'Malley was there so I got the sucker signed. While at the booth, I was also compelled to flip through Apocalipstix, at the behest of my con bud Ryan-- and yeah, I kinda liked it.


I had heard of Ray Fawkes but had not read anything by him. I really dig this book and am glad to have found someone new.... here's an interview with him from NYCC over at The Quarter Bin.

I stopped by the Dumbrella booth to see if Meredith Gran was there-- dude, her webcomic Octopus Pie is pretty dope. I've mentioned it before. I kind of hoped to be an idiot and compliment her but she was out. BUT I went over to Blind Ferret's table and met with the artist of Least I Could Do, Lar. He was dope and awesome and signed a copy of the book, but man, that Canuck is popular. A veritable swarm of people.

And then I had to go. Honestly, I did more stuff but I kinda forget it all. I do have like ten pounds of free flyers and postcards that people were desperately throwing at me to promote their stuff. I should go through 'em all...

Dude-tastic

My facial hair may be the downfall of me yet, but strangely, middle aged African American ladies on the G train LOVE me because of it. So if my social life was just constrained to the G train, I'd be doing okay. But it's not. I am derided mercilessly. I am kind of asking for it. The hipster-tache is an unwelcome sight.

I may as well be sporting an Adolf-stache.