We got parked and walked briskly to the Paramount.
I don't know what songs he covered before we got there, but after we got our seats he finished up a pretty rocking tune that included a brass section. Then he did a great blues tune.
Tonight, Hotness and I are off to see the Welsh Napolean of Love after work.
That's right... Tom Jones.
He's playing at the Paramount in Seattle. I missed him the last couple of times he was here, so I made sure to get tickets for tonight. I can't wait, I'm really excited.
I'd love to load up this post with videos of songs by him, but I'll just leave you with this one:
Oh believe me... a review will be forthcoming!
Also coming up: the ballet on Saturday night. Stay tuned!
I had a little rant to get things out of my system. (They're not completely gone, but I do feel a little better)
Now it's time for a motivational speech from one of my favorite movies.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you.... Stanley Spadowski:
I always have to play 'catch-up' when the weekend gets busy and I can't blog and be up-to-date with what's been happening.
I hope you had a great long holiday weekend.
Hotness and I got a bunch of stuff done, since the weather was nicer than to be expected.
But first, before this day is over, take a moment to reflect on the men and women in the armed forces who have given up their life to protect ours. After all, aside from the BBQ's and the sales at the dept stores... THAT's what this day is set aside for.
While I may not agree or be in favor of the current administration and the war they have set their minds to have people die in, I do respect the people that serve our country and risk their lives for it.
I hope that those that are currently serving can come back home to their families safe and sound.
Let this scene be a reminder of how much they risk so that we can have our backyard BBQ's on this day:
scribbled down by Ferretnick around 8:59 PM
I regret not being able to make it to the costume contest at this year's Emerald City Comic Con.
I managed to see quite a few good costumes while I was walking around the floor, but there were quite a few I missed that were actually in the contest.
Including these two guys(?):
That is glitter the guy blows out onto the audience and look really close (around 1:20) to see the one guy light his chest hair on fire.
Does this really qualify for a comic book convention COSTUME contest?
Does anybody that WAS there care to elaborate?
I like this song, but I haven't been able to find it on an actual CD single. Only as a download.
I'd like to have the song on an actual, physical disk... but I'm just old skool that way.
I'll probably break down and buy songs by the download eventually.
Well, let me know if you liked it. Enjoy!
One thing I did recently (and should have mentioned before now) was get more of my recent convention sketches and artwork scanned.
About 2 times a year, I get with my friend Dug and borrow his B-I-G ass scanner to copy some of the larger pieces I've gotten (and can't scan on the one I have at home).
I uploaded most of it over on my ComicArtFans page, but here are some of them to look at.
Here's Firestar from pin-up artist, Amano Jyaku.
This is a print that Eric Powell did for the Nashville Rollergirls.
And here is the awesome Red Sonja sketch I got from Stjepan Sedjic, the current artist on Witchblade.
He and his wife were really terrific people and I look forward to seeing them again soon!
A big thanks to Dug for helping me get these pieces scanned!
More to come soon.....
The reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated, I'm happy to say.
Things have been happening, just nothing I considered "blog-worthy" so I didn't want to post boring stuff... like how I had oatmeal for breakfast the other day and it was yummy.
But I figured I'd better put SOMETHING up on here, lest you all forget about me.
Here are some random pictures I've taken on my phone.
By the way... have a I mentioned how much I like my phone, lately? I really do!
I even use it to make phone calls every now and then.
My buddy Dug and Red posing for a pic at Red Robin before he & I went to see Iron Man.
Remember that freak snowfall we had in mid-April?
Well, here's what it looked like at my house that morning. That's my car underneath all that white stuff!
On the rack! At your local Target!
It's Gay Retard Superman!
(Batman was much cooler-looking though)
Hotness and I went to an Alpaca farm not far from our house (which is kind of misleading if you've actually ever been out to our house!)
The mighty G-rod, pimpin' it up!
And some nifty-looking "artsy" type pictures I thought were nice:
A collection of Jones Soda bottles in a cooler at one of the restaraunts in Sea-Tac airport.
A mosaic made up of different colored reflectors that was on display at Sea-Tac.
A wooden-rail stairwell at one of the shops in Banff, Canada.
Aaaaannnd now back to the funny!
A couple was recently charged with hitting each other with frying pans.
Well, the saying goes, "You only hurt the ones you love".
Kind of reminds me of this:
Our internal server for our customer accounts, pricing, etc... was dead this morning when we got in.
Right this very minute there is tech guy working on installing a new motherboard and tracing down if there is any other problem.
But that leaves me with LOT'S of time to surf the web and post stuff on the blog.
Like this gem from the mid-80's:
In case you haven't seen them already, here are some links to reviews of the convention and some pictures....
Periscope Studios did Haikus of the the show instead of an actual 'report'.
They're pretty clever!
Jeff Parker put in his two-cents worth.
And here are a bunch of pictures of random things and people from the show.
I have a few more pictures from Emerald City Comic Con.
Sunday started out with a phone call shortly after we woke up.
(Look at my phone. Notice that it's Technogreek)
"Good morning, what's up?", says I.
"Yeah.... listen. Burnham has come down with a fever and isn't going to able to help you guys take care of the guests today. That leaves just you and Dr. Zoltar, " he replies.
The day before we could barely take care of everyone and now we were down a man. Oh boy.
Actually it all turned out okay. We were able to wrangle three other volunteers to help us and since it was also the slower of the two days, it all turned out well and everybody was happy.
I wish I could remember the names of the folks who helped us, 'cause if they're reading this I want to let them know how much we appreciated thier help.
So Sunday was Mother's Day and despite being a holiday, was still fairly bustling although not nearly the with the amount of people we had the previous day.
I was able to talk with the guests more, get a few sketches, interview some people and buy stuff.
I mentioned earlier that I was a little apprehensive about the Suicide Girls coming out and having a booth at the show. They are known for not wearing much (if anything at all) on their website, and this is a family-oriented show.
But it turns out they were very nice, and a couple of them were especially cute (I'll let you decide who).
I even got a short interview with them:
I need to improve my interview skills, or at least have some prepared questions. I thought of more questions after the camera was off but didn't want to seem too much of a stalker by asking for another interview.
I saw a couple of people walking around the show floor, one of whom was wearing a Shogun Warrior action figure. It was Raydeen, which is one I had when I was a kid. I apporoached them to tell him how cool it was that he had that figure with him and they asked me if I would mind being interviewed later.
"Sure, why not?" I replied, and then took off to get some water for a guest.
Closer to 11:30, I needed to leave and get lunch again for Jamie & Julie.
On my way out of the convention center I ran into my mom and her husband who were coming for the day. (I got them tickets for this year after they had such a good time last year)
I told them I'd meet up with them later and then left them to toodle around at the convention.
When I got back, the lunches were already being passed around to the other guests. It was pretty much well-in-hand, so I let them finish and went out on the show floor to look around a little.
I caught up with my mom and took them over to introduce them to Daniel Logan.
He is such a nice guy he gave both of them autographed pictures at no charge.
Then I introduced them to a few others; Filip Sablik of Top Cow, Erik Thompson, Kandrix & Laurie, Gus F. Martin... just to name a few.
Everyone was very sweet and mom just loved meeting them all.
Mom's husband is a good friend of Mike Grell, so I took them over to him and then had to leave to run a few errands.
There were a few people who still hadn't gotten lunch, so I ran back and forth from the 'green room' to the convention floor delivering those last few sub sandwiches for them.
I met up again with the folks who wanted to interview me. Turned out.... they were Kelly O. and 'The Don Leonardo' from The Stranger.
As Dr. Zoltar mentioned in the comments from the last post, I forgot to mention our encounter with.... (Bum Bum Bum!) The Crackwhore!
When we all left the Rock Bottom, we walked back to our hotels. The four of us in the Roosevelt and most everyone else in the Hyatt across the street.
On our way, from out of one of the alleys came a woman(?) who looked very nearly like one of the undead characters in Robert Kirkman's "Walking Dead" comic.
She came out towards our group wearing hospital scrubs (was she recently from there? Had she escapded?), started talking some nonsense (or maybe I just couldn't hear her) and seemed fixated on Technogreek (but then... who isn't?).
She began lifting up the sleeve of her shirt to show off some kind of shoulder wound or infection... whatever it was, it was gross.
We managed to get by her without much incident or getting man-handled by her and she shuffled off back into the alley still yelling out to us (whatever it was she was saying).
We all made it back to our respective hotel rooms, having survived our mini-zombie apocalypse.
It was freaky for sure.
I feel bad 'cause in that situation what should you do?
Give her money? She'll just go buy drugs.
Just ignore her? She is a human being despite the state she was in and probably lonely.
Try to talk to her? Then she might start hanging all over you and not let you go which could pose it's own problems.
After a evening of martini-induced sleep, we all awoke to Day One of the convention.
Elwood has a great report about how the show opened over on his blog, so I won't bore you with repetative details.
I'll just re-cap what I was involved in and how it all went down.
On Friday, Hotness and I took the day off from work. She had a hair appointment early in the day so we did that before heading to Seattle and checking into our hotel room we shared with Dr. Zoltar and his wife for the weekend.
I did some shopping at Bellevue Square Mall while I waited.
Pretty soon she was ready to go, so we left and went straight into Seattle with my car all loaded with luggage and crap to get signed at the show.
Upon arriving at the hotel and going inside, I noticed a cart with several boxes that appeared to be for the convention. They were marked CS MOORE Studios. I stopped and asked if they were part of the convention and found out that it was Clayburn Moore and his wife.
Later, as the four of chose which bed we'd take, Dr. Zoltar was looking outside and saw what appeared to be a drug deal taking place in the intersection across from our window. A car stopped at a GREEN light, blocking traffic. Another guy walked from the sidewalk and got into the stopped car. A few seconds later he exited and went back to the sidewalk and the car drove off.
I love the big city.
The better part of the day was spent stuffing badges into the plastic holders that attendees would be wearing at the show. Nothing real exciting, but hey... it's gotta be done.
I also wandered around the floor briefly to familiarize myself with the layout. I'd be running around and I needed to know who was going to be where so I didn't get lost.
Along the way, I got reaquainted with some of the vendors I've seen before and introduced myself to some new ones.
That evening, the four of us (Dr. Zoltar, his wife, Hotness and myself) had dinner at the restaraunt next to the hotel. It was dee-lish-ous! And after two martinis each, we headed back to our room to sleep before the big day coming up.
I had to make a quick run back to the desk to get more pillows (we were going to build a fort... NOT!) and when I stepped out of the elevator I ran into (quite literally) Dan DiDio from DC Comics.
That was pretty much all that happened Friday.
... and I'm out of time for lunch, so I'll get back to the show report soon!
That title ought to give me a bunch more hits to this blog, heh heh!