Saturday, February 26, 2005

MegaCon Day Two: Where Things Go Better, and We Meet Michael Avon Oeming… Cool!

The alarm went off at 7:30 this morning, then again ten minutes later. Despite threatening Jeremy the night before that he would shove the cell phone the alarm was emitting from someplace unpleasant, Andrew actually restrained himself and merely yelled once about it. A few arguments about whether or not we were going to be in the lobby on tie for our ride later, and we were actually down on time.

After lugging the fifty pound box which contained our newly arrived posters across a loooong parking lot (that sucked, really and truly), we spent a busy day talking to customers, selling magazines (and posters) and making contacts. While we spoke to a lot of cool people, I think my favorite part was making those contacts.

One of our neighbors came over to our booth—Jessie from
Viper Comics—and we talked for a bit, swapping war stories over getting our projects together and trading books. I haven’t had a chance to read them yet, but Dead@17: Revolution looks pretty cool, and from what Jessie told us, the series is doing well. I took a stroll over to MegaCon’s other Co-sponsor 3 Boys Productions, publishers of the horror comics anthology Students of the Unusual. Creator Terry Cronin! was a very cool guy (and he puts an exclamation point after his name, like we here at BLAM! do), and if you get a chance check out his anthology, they have a wonderfully eclectic mix of art.

At the day’s end, we did decent sales and continued our convention education in Vendor 101. We’ve also made a bunch of new friends, including Richard Hatch’s new assistant Diana (who has an incredible array of talents). The highlight of the day for me was getting to meet
Michael Avon Oeming, who came up to our table after closing to watch The Great War of Magellan trailer Richard created. I had been off wandering among the other vendors myself, when I spotted him at our table talking to Andrew and headed home. Oeming’s badge had been flipped over, and Andrew, his focus on getting the GWoM word out there all day, hadn’t seen him sitting across the aisle from us and had no clue who he was. He had been giving him the whole GWoM spiel before realizing he must be another vendor and asked, “Who are you?” I was amused.

Until the morrow…

Christian Berntsen
Editorial Director
BLAM! Comics
clb@blamcomics.com

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