Ah, Day Two. Or, actually, day one.
Comic-Con is starting to remind me of Azkaban Prison in the Harry Potter novels. A place patroled by the ghostly Dementors who seem to drain the life out of people, making them feel “as if they’d never know happiness or joy again.”
Now, the obvious question is “Why do I subject myself to this if it’s so bad?” Because it’s the place to be if you want to be in comics. It’s a work thing.
Up until about eight o’clock tonight, that’s how I felt. Then I did the second phase of any good Comic-Con. I hit the bars.
Now, it’s not as relaxing as you might think. Basically, you’re going to see who you can see, and make contacts. It’s mercenary as much as anything else. Not that I don’t like a good Long Island Iced Tea after a show, believe me I do. But you also want to make sure that you continue to make contacts out of the confines of of Comic-Con.
So I made some good contacts tonight. Who I can’t say. It’s way to early for that. But good things may come from my Thursday night.
On top of that, I met Colin Ferguson from the Sci-Fi Channel show “Eureka.” He’s not a business contact per se, but he’s a hell of a nice guy. He and I spoke for quite a while, and he’s just a good guy. I also met some other people, writers and producers, of the show. It’s nice to meet someone like that and have him be so easy to talk to and fun. And, he and I agreed on a Eureka plot point, so it’s always good to have that in common.
I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, so I headed out and checked the other bars. I ran into a couple people I knew, but mostly everyone said how tiring the show was and how they intended to go to bed early. I figured that many people couldn’t be wrong, so I decided to head back to the hotel and write the blog.
I don’t want to leave you with the impression the show is horrible. It’s not. It’s just... well, it’s The Show. And I did meet some great contacts at the show, too. Plus a bunch of Love and Capes fans. It’s great to hear such response of a project. And, I’m finding that my participation in Free Comic Book Day did get some new readers.
It’s just that the show makes it feel like an imposition for me to leave the booth. I should want to go over to Booth X to see Editor Y, not feel like Eeyore. “Oh, bother. I have to go talk to an editior now.”
Don’t worry, things will work out, They always do. But for now, I’m off to sack out.