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CAPE! 2 Part 2
May. 9th, 2006 03:26 pmI am sneezing a lot. I think I held a cold at bay with pure FUN.
If I forgot your name, I mean no offense. Just post in the comments, and I'll name-check you in.
Saturday morning is overcast but delightfully cool, and the day will stay that way, perfect weather for a perfect outdoor show. It only rained, torrentially, for about 15-20 minutes sometime after 4 PM, and ended so suddenly attendees laughed.
Everyone who teased Richard about rain owes him a dinner. Pay up, you mugs.
Paul and I roll in and start setting up. I am next to James Kolchaka, and we're both so busy we never get to do more than say hi. I don't pee until 6:30 PM. It was just that busy.
We get the table whipped into shape with Manga Secrets, Cathedral, Clockwork, 24 Hour Comics Day 2005, and some Killer Princesses on the left, with Agnes Quill, polymer Eggs, Kimono Bunny and Paul's flyers for the SST (Stirring Shit Tour) on the right. Paul and I get these disgusting filled-with-bits "The Hills Have Eyes" squeezy stress balls. We never need them at CAPE. I run inside and grab my FCBD schwag, and come out to say hi to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lesgirly (and set up someone getting art for the CAPE! raffle), who hugs the stuffin' out of me. There is a cute girl hovering in the background. This turns out to be icklefirsties, who really wanted to meet me last year, but couldn't. I was so excited to finally meet her. We talked off and on through the day, and I met her husband, after watching him take the lonely duty of Guy By That Truck.
I sit and start to draw, sign books, sell shirts, talk, draw. Paul staples the Near-Life Experience minis together and gives them creases of perfection with a glass pestle. Deeeee-LUX. I never have to stand up and catch passer-by to sell them something. The money rolls straight to me, like dimes in a Coin Star chute, starting with Paul buying 4 copies of NLEx-D for prizes for papering places with his flyers. (A the Jackson I got the night before for one of my Big CAPE packages.)
It is amazing to me that this was a FREE COMIC BOOK DAY event with FREE ADMISSION and not ONCE did I hear "Is this free?" I'd like to see San Diego work that same mojo and make Saturday nicer for all my peers who choose to go. It'd be nice if mine and Dirk Tiede's joke about "Wandering Monster: FREEBIE SEEKER" meant nothing at CCI as it does at CAPE!
Paul notes the pleasant, happy vibe. I noticed it, too, washing over me in a way I will venture to say was healing, that makes me love making comics, if these are the people who loves them. THIS is "Healing Comics", not me beng brought TO heel (by an Arizona convention). Kids, dogs, families, girls, walking around; happy people laughing. (Girls walking around ALONE, I might add, without seeming under an x-ray or getting those "what's a girl doing here?" looks.) Patrons scrambling to aid the staff in getting the many quarter boxes out of the late afternoon downpour. It was funny to watch, but it was also delightful to see what a great community Richard Neal has grown.
I got up around 1PM and made a quick spin of the show. I bought a Marshmallow Shooter after testing its range on Larry Dixon (and missing). I get some Feeps, books from Scott Kurtz, and say "Hola!" to the Mangler.
Back to the table, where I talk shop withbluecanarykit, draw like mad for folks like prodigal and icklefirsties. I see folks I haven't seen in years, and people I've never met before.
At 4PM-ish, it gets so dark I start to have trouble seeing what I'm working on, and the aforementioned rain and rescue of the quarter comics starts.
AND NO ONE GOES HOME. NO ONE GOES HOME. Any other show, ANY impediment is a blade of grass across a line of ants: anyone behind that blade just shrugs and cuts loose. Not at CAPE! There is applause when one brave fellow runs from Zeus' steps through the waterfall to the tent. The downpour ends abruptly, and people cross the parking lot and get back to minglin'.
The rest of the show speeds by. I finally pee, after also talking to Kit (and promising to hook up with her at the Metro party that evening) and ickle Kate and her husband. I find out I'm having Girl Trouble, which means wheeeee long time in the purple room, I buy Naruto for Girl, and come out to find Paul's packed the table. He exaggerates that we were the only table left. There were some other tables, just not with PEOPLE at them, okay?
I will buy him andczarina69a good breakfast to make up for it.
Paul and I return to chez Riddell, full of extreme good will and love for our fellow beings. Yes, Paul and I, loving our fellow humans.
If I forgot your name, I mean no offense. Just post in the comments, and I'll name-check you in.
Saturday morning is overcast but delightfully cool, and the day will stay that way, perfect weather for a perfect outdoor show. It only rained, torrentially, for about 15-20 minutes sometime after 4 PM, and ended so suddenly attendees laughed.
Everyone who teased Richard about rain owes him a dinner. Pay up, you mugs.
Paul and I roll in and start setting up. I am next to James Kolchaka, and we're both so busy we never get to do more than say hi. I don't pee until 6:30 PM. It was just that busy.
We get the table whipped into shape with Manga Secrets, Cathedral, Clockwork, 24 Hour Comics Day 2005, and some Killer Princesses on the left, with Agnes Quill, polymer Eggs, Kimono Bunny and Paul's flyers for the SST (Stirring Shit Tour) on the right. Paul and I get these disgusting filled-with-bits "The Hills Have Eyes" squeezy stress balls. We never need them at CAPE. I run inside and grab my FCBD schwag, and come out to say hi to
lesgirly (and set up someone getting art for the CAPE! raffle), who hugs the stuffin' out of me. There is a cute girl hovering in the background. This turns out to be icklefirsties, who really wanted to meet me last year, but couldn't. I was so excited to finally meet her. We talked off and on through the day, and I met her husband, after watching him take the lonely duty of Guy By That Truck.I sit and start to draw, sign books, sell shirts, talk, draw. Paul staples the Near-Life Experience minis together and gives them creases of perfection with a glass pestle. Deeeee-LUX. I never have to stand up and catch passer-by to sell them something. The money rolls straight to me, like dimes in a Coin Star chute, starting with Paul buying 4 copies of NLEx-D for prizes for papering places with his flyers. (A the Jackson I got the night before for one of my Big CAPE packages.)
It is amazing to me that this was a FREE COMIC BOOK DAY event with FREE ADMISSION and not ONCE did I hear "Is this free?" I'd like to see San Diego work that same mojo and make Saturday nicer for all my peers who choose to go. It'd be nice if mine and Dirk Tiede's joke about "Wandering Monster: FREEBIE SEEKER" meant nothing at CCI as it does at CAPE!
Paul notes the pleasant, happy vibe. I noticed it, too, washing over me in a way I will venture to say was healing, that makes me love making comics, if these are the people who loves them. THIS is "Healing Comics", not me beng brought TO heel (by an Arizona convention). Kids, dogs, families, girls, walking around; happy people laughing. (Girls walking around ALONE, I might add, without seeming under an x-ray or getting those "what's a girl doing here?" looks.) Patrons scrambling to aid the staff in getting the many quarter boxes out of the late afternoon downpour. It was funny to watch, but it was also delightful to see what a great community Richard Neal has grown.
I got up around 1PM and made a quick spin of the show. I bought a Marshmallow Shooter after testing its range on Larry Dixon (and missing). I get some Feeps, books from Scott Kurtz, and say "Hola!" to the Mangler.
Back to the table, where I talk shop with
bluecanarykit, draw like mad for folks like prodigal and icklefirsties. I see folks I haven't seen in years, and people I've never met before.At 4PM-ish, it gets so dark I start to have trouble seeing what I'm working on, and the aforementioned rain and rescue of the quarter comics starts.
AND NO ONE GOES HOME. NO ONE GOES HOME. Any other show, ANY impediment is a blade of grass across a line of ants: anyone behind that blade just shrugs and cuts loose. Not at CAPE! There is applause when one brave fellow runs from Zeus' steps through the waterfall to the tent. The downpour ends abruptly, and people cross the parking lot and get back to minglin'.
The rest of the show speeds by. I finally pee, after also talking to Kit (and promising to hook up with her at the Metro party that evening) and ickle Kate and her husband. I find out I'm having Girl Trouble, which means wheeeee long time in the purple room, I buy Naruto for Girl, and come out to find Paul's packed the table. He exaggerates that we were the only table left. There were some other tables, just not with PEOPLE at them, okay?
I will buy him and
czarina69a good breakfast to make up for it.Paul and I return to chez Riddell, full of extreme good will and love for our fellow beings. Yes, Paul and I, loving our fellow humans.
