Fucking hell, my fucking feet. Next time, remind me that I should be gellin’ from the begellin’. (No, that makes no sense to me, either. Ignore the crazy old man, kids.)
The crowd seemed to move in surges and actually flattened out around 5pm or so and started to diminish. That’s what I thought, of course, until I walked out around 6:30 and suddenly found myself in a scene akin to the end of Soylent Green with bodies pressed against each other all moving in a shuffle-step that may become the next great dance craze for those that want to appear to be zombified.
If BOOM!’s preview for The Muppet Show comic book is any indication, there’s going to be some happy kids in spring of next year. Myself, I am not a fan of Muppets (as they are a form of puppet and I hate puppets like Hitler hated…everything) but I think the property could do a lot for BOOM! if they move out of the direct market with it and into other venues. This appears to be the intention of everybody working there.
I got to catch up with Jeff Lemire over lunch yesterday, and that was just terrific. He’s got some news coming up soonish that makes me very, very, very, very happy.
I’ve not kept track of one single piece of news from this show, and neither has anyone else working in booths, etc., but there’s a great rundown over at Blog@Newsarama. I’m most excited about Agents of Atlas as an ongoing and Cooke’s Parker adaptations and Kevin Smith’s Batman miniseries featuring a character that speaks in sound effects. (One of those may be a lie. I’ll let the regular readers suss out which one it is.)
The best comments about the show, though, belong to a little stuffed bull. I honestly have no idea how he types as much as he does with those hooves, but I presume that his friend John got him a special keyboard.
Today, I gotta buy some minis and pick up a piece of art I’ve been longing for. Longing, I tell you, and avoid spending much more money on things that aren’t alcohol or alcohol accessories. More on that later.