San Diego Comic Con. I was invited out by an editor to talk about possibly doing work for them. Told me to meet him around 3 PM. 3 PM in July, even in somewhat windy San Diego, is very hot.
This guy shows up kinda drunk. At 3 PM. Also, I guess because he works in an artistic field, he's wearing a black turtleneck and either a black kango hat or beret. I can't be sure which, as he was so sweaty, in 90 degree heat, wearing a black turtleneck and black hat, drunk, that it was hard to look at him.
That said, I talked to him for a while. At one point, he said "well if I had known you looked like that I wouldn't have asked you out" which is weird because (a) now he's implying it's a date, and (b) if he's going to not work with people in the comic industry if they don't look like super models, the only person that's getting work is Franco Urru and (c) this guy looked like he was melting and, most of all (d) it was really, really rude but he was drunk and insecure, so okay.
A writer that had just started working for Melty's company walks up. Melty the arty drunk editor goes "THIS guy is the future of ___________ comics." As if to say "YOU are not." But that was apparent. New writer smiles and nods and gets away quickly.
At the end of the meeting, I say my good-byes and run, run away. Quickly.
I hope New York City Comic Con goes better...through an odd series of circumstances, I will be there. Definitely at the IDW panel next Friday, maybe more. AND I'm gonna meet Franco! Hooray!
Note: Some editors are not sweaty, insulting or drunkards. Chris Ryall is one. I have never been insulted by him, have never seen him sweat, and while I have seen him drink, I would not call him a drunkard. Not to his face anyway, he's a violent drunk.
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