I really like comic book conventions, but I need a better system. When I got home today from Boston Comic Con, I weighed my backpack, in which I'd been carrying my books to get signed.
Carrying that thing around all day was NOT fun. My legs and back are still pissed at me. The rest of the day was amazing.
As I do with every convention I go to, I made my "hit list" a couple days ago, and pulled all the books from guests attending the show. It was a pretty big pile, because former Buffy and Angel writer Christopher Golden was there, as was Amber Benson, Jim Lee, Joseph Michael Linsner and a bunch of others.
I started off with Linsner's table, because, well, it was right there in front of the door. Also, I really wanted to get him, and Eva Hopkins, to sign the Dark Ivory series. This was the first time I'd seen Linsner since Chicago in '06, when I picked up PooZ's engagement piece, so it was cool to see him again. He had some really incredible original pieces, but my budget for this show was pretty low, so I had to pass.
After that, I found Christopher Golden's table. Golden was incredibly nice, taking time to sign everything I put in front of him, and even talking with me about the old Buffy and Angel comics and the new series from IDW and Dark Horse. This is my favorite part of every con I go to: meeting creators who are really willing to engage with their fans.
Next up after Golden was Amber Benson. You probably remember her as Tara on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" but now she's an author and director, and is also really really nice. I had her sign a couple old Buffy graphic novels, including Tales of the Slayers, which I now have signed by half a dozen people involved with the book. Amber was also probably the most amazing person from "Buffy" I've ever met in terms of actually being willing to talk to me.
At that point, my plan was to find Mike Mignola, but apparently he hadn't arrived yet, so I went to the Jim Lee line -- a line that was almost as long as the original line to get into the convention. Lee was supposed to be signing from 11-1, then again from 3-5. It was already 11:30, so I figured the line would move pretty quickly. I was wrong. It was barely moving at all. Eventually me and the guy I was standing next to, Jeff, made a deal: we'd hold each other's places in line while the other one went to find other people. He went and got stuff signed by Jim Starlin, then when he came back, I went and found Mignola and Eric Powell.
I got a couple books signed by each of them, and sent PooZ some pictures of some Mignola originals, in case he wanted them. He did, but ya know, budget and stuff. So it was back to the Lee line, which had barely moved. As it turned out, Lee was doing sketches in addition to signing, which was obviously slowing down the line. As 1pm approached, Lee stood up and made an announcement: he would take the names of the next 5 people in line, and sketch for them at 3pm, but rather than take his break at 1, he would keep signing for everyone in line, and he did.
Now, with pretty much everything signed, normally this would be the part of the con where I'd dump my bag in my car. However, at the Westin Boston Waterfront, all the parking was valet, which meant I couldn't get to my car, which meant lugging my 32-pound bag around as I moved into shopping mode. I like to do all the signing first, then the shopping second. So I hit up Linsner's booth again, getting his exclusive Boston Comic Con Dawn print and a pair of Dark Ivory books. Then it was back to Golden, to buy "Dark Congress", an old Buffy novel, and then to Benson's booth to get "Cat's Claw". So I've got some reading to do. I also chatted both of them up some more -- I showed Benson a picture of my custom Tara "The Gift" figure and we talked about that episode. She admitted that she enjoyed getting to wear pajamas for three or four episodes, and I told her about my "Gift" tattoo. Apparently like me, Amber is scared of needles. I tried to explain that a tattoo needle is different from a medical needle, but she wasn't having it.
I then partook in the con tradition of taking pictures of all the hotties in costumes, which was actually more fun than I thought it would be. I love that at a comic book convention, the girl wearing the skintight spandex suit is the normal one, and the guy walking around in the football jersey is the out of place one. Oh, and speaking of the football jersey, when I was walking around, some guy working a vendor booth saw me walking by and called me over. I thought it was because of my Bears jersey, but it turned out it was the Linsner print that caught his eye. He, obviously being from Boston, was a Patriots fan. So, I said "1985 was a long time ago." His response: "Got that right." Then he drifted into the Super Fans accent and asked "so, who would win a fight between God and Ditka?" I appropriately responded, with accent, "Trick question. Ditka is God." We had a nice laugh. That's the kind of random fun interaction that happens at conventions like this. Everyone's a friend.
Before I left for the day, I had to hit a vendor booth and buy some old issues of "Amazing Spider-Man". I almost... almost... bought Amazing Fantasy #15 and Amazing Spider-Man #1. However, the former was going for $4,000 and the latter for $2,000, so, um, I passed. I ended up with Amazing Spider-Man #194 and #195, the first two appearances of Black Cat, and got them for $41 total, which was pretty sweet.
All in all, a good day, and I've got the pictures -- and the sore legs -- to prove it. Enjoy.