
Got back from
SPX yesterday. It wasn't too bad a trip, coming and going. I don't know the next time we'll do a convention again, but Sachi and I have the routine down. too early to tell if anything will grow from the seeds sown. Met some pretty cool people, and of course we tabled with the soon-to-be-famous
Ben Bishop and the ultra-talented
Meagan Anderson , who were nice enough to drive down our crap from Maine.
We were across from a monster-obsessed duo, half of which,
Peter Lazarski, I talked to and traded books with toward the end. Nifty design work and a good eye.
Susanne Baumann was to our right with her old-timy minis, and I got to talk to
David Allan Duncan, and picked up the first issue (he had at least 3 there) of his "The Moonshine Murders" chronicling the still unsolved murder of three teenage friends in Alabama in the '50s. Talked with
Jason Turner, of True Loves fame, one of my favorite reads, and talked to
Frank Reynoso, creator of some really fun, offbeat humor comics.
The hotel, the Legacy, was nice-ish. The bed was comfortable and the water-pressure good, which is abut all you can ask. We did not stay where the convention was for economical reasons, but we were not too far away. Inside the convention hall it was an ICE-BOX, though... I looked over at Ben the second day, and his lips had turned blue. That was about the time Sachi and Meagan escaped to the Chevy Chase Mall to escape the smell of the nerd herd that surrounded the place. Whew! No more of that for a while!