by Scoobie Davis
The San Diego Comic-Con
I went to the Comic-Con and had a blast. I must have about 20 pounds of comic books. I met some great people--too many to mention. I said hi to Will Eisner who has made many valuable contribution to the appreciation to comics and sequential art.
I spoke briefly with Ted Rall (who said he might have heard of me--but only vaguely).
I said hi to Trina Robbins.
I met Batton Lash who has a new Supernatural Law book out, Supernatural Law 101 which tells the origin of the Wolff and Byrd team (click here and scroll down; I read it last night and it slammed).
I got an autographed copy of Tex: George W. Bush and the Fine Art of Character Assassination #1 which is a funny lampoon of Not-My-President Bush.
I love Crumb, but I can relate more to Joe Matt's anxieties and fantasies in his Peepshow series. I bought a copy of The Poor Bastard and he not only signed it but did a self-portrait in the inside cover.
One of my guilty pleasures is Johnny Ryan's Angry Youth Comix--which aren't for the faint-hearted. Johnny was there and I was stoked to get a limited edition signed copy (only 200 printed) of Funny Pages. The book contains parodies of comic strips like the old porno Tijuana Bibles--only that it uses gross-out humor and not primarily sexual imagery (though some of the gross-out humor is sexual).
I partied too hard Saturday night. The cops frisked me (I had to put my hands against a building) but didn't arrest me--so my police record is still a lot cleaner than George W. Bush's.