Wizard World in less than 2 Hours
.::saturday, june 4::.
Alright, embarrassing confession #1: I was only at the convention for a little over an hour.
Because I took my sweet time getting there, I arrived an hour later than expected. When I walked into the main area, I found myself overwhlemed. The booths I wanted to visit were packed and the lines were snaking out into the hallways, so I decided to bail and slide over to Artists Alley, where I feel a little more "in."
Embarrassing confession #2: I didn't take ANY photos while I was at the show! I know. I'm letting you guys down. All photos on this page (unless otherwise noted) are from the Wizard World website.
The first surprise of the day came within a full minute of walking through the Artists Alley booths. My old co-worker Josh (click link for Josh's webcomic!) and his wife Mel, who moved to PA a few months ago, found me immediately. That's one priority down - I checked it off on my very short, but very important list of things to do while in Philly.
Alright, embarrassing confession #1: I was only at the convention for a little over an hour.
Because I took my sweet time getting there, I arrived an hour later than expected. When I walked into the main area, I found myself overwhlemed. The booths I wanted to visit were packed and the lines were snaking out into the hallways, so I decided to bail and slide over to Artists Alley, where I feel a little more "in."
Embarrassing confession #2: I didn't take ANY photos while I was at the show! I know. I'm letting you guys down. All photos on this page (unless otherwise noted) are from the Wizard World website.
The first surprise of the day came within a full minute of walking through the Artists Alley booths. My old co-worker Josh (click link for Josh's webcomic!) and his wife Mel, who moved to PA a few months ago, found me immediately. That's one priority down - I checked it off on my very short, but very important list of things to do while in Philly.
The image above is indeed NOT from the WW website. It's a The Devil's Panties exclusive.
The second surprise of the day: I noticed Nigel the Pirate (arr!), and scurried over to say hi. Once I neared his booth, I was greeted by the wide eyes of the girl next to him, followed by "OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU!!" as a pair of panties soared in my direction.
I am SUCH a stud.
The chick was Jennie Breeden of The Devil's Panties fame (which you've probably seen linked from the main GWS site). I was honored and humbled to have a pair of Jennie's panties flung at me.
Next I was again honored to be swarmed by a handful of people who recognized my GWS shirt and made me feel like a mini-celebrity. Thank you, boys & girls!
Soon afterwards I met up with Teresa of 360ep and we walked around a bit to chat about GWS and other comics-related stuff. Along the way I was attacked by my red-headed gal pal Eva Hopkins, the lovely writer and "right-hand man" of J. Linsner.
The second surprise of the day: I noticed Nigel the Pirate (arr!), and scurried over to say hi. Once I neared his booth, I was greeted by the wide eyes of the girl next to him, followed by "OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU!!" as a pair of panties soared in my direction.
I am SUCH a stud.
The chick was Jennie Breeden of The Devil's Panties fame (which you've probably seen linked from the main GWS site). I was honored and humbled to have a pair of Jennie's panties flung at me.
Next I was again honored to be swarmed by a handful of people who recognized my GWS shirt and made me feel like a mini-celebrity. Thank you, boys & girls!
Soon afterwards I met up with Teresa of 360ep and we walked around a bit to chat about GWS and other comics-related stuff. Along the way I was attacked by my red-headed gal pal Eva Hopkins, the lovely writer and "right-hand man" of J. Linsner.
(Another non-WW image - the cover of Eva's book, "Fear of Flight.")
Next Teresa snuck up to pinup artist Greg Horn's table, chatted a bit and introduced me to him...
Next Teresa snuck up to pinup artist Greg Horn's table, chatted a bit and introduced me to him...
... as you can probably tell by the innocent look on his face, Greg's a really nice guy.
We were starving, so we gave Bill (yes, that Jemas guy) a ring to figure out lunch.
"Meet me in the Green Room," says he. "There's food up here."
So Teresa and I found the Green Room, a little room upstairs with maybe a dozen to twenty people in it. And I'd swear Teresa and Bill were related to at least half of them. It was kind of a family affair for them - Bill's kids were there, as well as a hoard of Teresa's nieces and nephews. I was introduced to the munchkins - then we headed to the edibles.
Much to our dismay, there was nothing but meat sandwhiches in the room. Teresa being a vegetarian and me with my gluten intolerance, it was pretty much useless for us to be there. Bill agreed that we should go somewhere else to eat.
So I'm eyeing the room while we wait for people to finish their conversations and decide on a place to eat, and I notice that just about everyone is either 10 years older than me or still in elementary school. Except this one red-headed guy, who I'm subtly checking out. Very cute, probably my age, around my hei--
HOLY SHIT IT'S SETH F***ING GREEN!!
We were starving, so we gave Bill (yes, that Jemas guy) a ring to figure out lunch.
"Meet me in the Green Room," says he. "There's food up here."
So Teresa and I found the Green Room, a little room upstairs with maybe a dozen to twenty people in it. And I'd swear Teresa and Bill were related to at least half of them. It was kind of a family affair for them - Bill's kids were there, as well as a hoard of Teresa's nieces and nephews. I was introduced to the munchkins - then we headed to the edibles.
Much to our dismay, there was nothing but meat sandwhiches in the room. Teresa being a vegetarian and me with my gluten intolerance, it was pretty much useless for us to be there. Bill agreed that we should go somewhere else to eat.
So I'm eyeing the room while we wait for people to finish their conversations and decide on a place to eat, and I notice that just about everyone is either 10 years older than me or still in elementary school. Except this one red-headed guy, who I'm subtly checking out. Very cute, probably my age, around my hei--
HOLY SHIT IT'S SETH F***ING GREEN!!
(Thank you, Wizard World photographers.)
Yes. Seth Green. Like Dr. Evil's son. And the Cha-Ching! commercials. And Buffy. Like the famous, adorable Seth Green.
"Ready to go?" It's Teresa - everyone's together and ready to split for some "real food."
"Uhh, yeah."
(Don't be a dork, Danielle - he's a celebrity and you're a measly comic book artist. Don't geek out on him.)
I tugged on Teresa's shirt like a little kid.
"Can I go geek out on Seth Green first?"
"Absolutely!"
As the all-knowing angel on my shoulder slaps her palm to her forehead.
So I walk up to him while he's mid-conversation, excuse myself and blurt out, "I'm sorry to fangirl-out on you like this, but I figured, you're right here and if I go home without meeting you I'm gonna kick myself."
Without any questions he pops up from his seat and gives me his full attention as he shakes my hand. Dammit! He's a sweetheart too.
So what do I do? I blank out. I've never met a "famous" person before. Although now I realize that he seemed genuinely interested in what I do ("I do comic books." Period. Was my answer.), I didn't go any further than my vague response. Instead of passing him a business card or telling him about GWS, I shook his hand again and thanked him for humoring me.
Embarrassing confession #3:
I turned around and promptly tripped over a chair.
From there we went out to lunch (I got to meet Bill's best bud from college and his family - they were all simply awesome to hang out with) and I had to leave almost immediately afterwards to do a caricature gig I was booked for at 4:00 in northern Jersey. I said my good-byes and hiked back to the car to change into sleek black clothes and heels (yeah, me in heels) and drive to my assignment.
Coincidentally, the clients live about 20 minutes from my Jersey friends in Somerville, so I crashed at their place for the night. And rather than leave in the morning (like I was supposed to!), I stayed all day Sunday for...
Yes. Seth Green. Like Dr. Evil's son. And the Cha-Ching! commercials. And Buffy. Like the famous, adorable Seth Green.
"Ready to go?" It's Teresa - everyone's together and ready to split for some "real food."
"Uhh, yeah."
(Don't be a dork, Danielle - he's a celebrity and you're a measly comic book artist. Don't geek out on him.)
I tugged on Teresa's shirt like a little kid.
"Can I go geek out on Seth Green first?"
"Absolutely!"
As the all-knowing angel on my shoulder slaps her palm to her forehead.
So I walk up to him while he's mid-conversation, excuse myself and blurt out, "I'm sorry to fangirl-out on you like this, but I figured, you're right here and if I go home without meeting you I'm gonna kick myself."
Without any questions he pops up from his seat and gives me his full attention as he shakes my hand. Dammit! He's a sweetheart too.
So what do I do? I blank out. I've never met a "famous" person before. Although now I realize that he seemed genuinely interested in what I do ("I do comic books." Period. Was my answer.), I didn't go any further than my vague response. Instead of passing him a business card or telling him about GWS, I shook his hand again and thanked him for humoring me.
Embarrassing confession #3:
I turned around and promptly tripped over a chair.
From there we went out to lunch (I got to meet Bill's best bud from college and his family - they were all simply awesome to hang out with) and I had to leave almost immediately afterwards to do a caricature gig I was booked for at 4:00 in northern Jersey. I said my good-byes and hiked back to the car to change into sleek black clothes and heels (yeah, me in heels) and drive to my assignment.
Coincidentally, the clients live about 20 minutes from my Jersey friends in Somerville, so I crashed at their place for the night. And rather than leave in the morning (like I was supposed to!), I stayed all day Sunday for...
