Happiness is...

Finally getting dead center!

Over the last four years Ian and I have gone to the PNE and every year I've lain down a few bucks to take my chance at the crossbow shoot on the midway. I've come really close to winning in the past, usually off by just a few centimeters. Tonight I got it in three. That stuffed poochie is all mine baby!

A really wonderful day.

Having a bugger of time trying to get to sleep, freaking out over these pages and then I hear a familiar tittering outside. Racoon family turns up as usual, notices the lumber has been moved and sure enough, they make a b-line for for the new fort. They sniff about and right before they disappear into the bushes, grandpa racoon staddles a beam by the fort's entrance.

Scoot scoot.

And of course my camera decides to jam up right then.

So today we notice all the lumber has been moved. It seems the kids used it to build a fort.

In our parking space.

Today Ian and I went to the beach to watch the sun go down. It had already gone by the time we got there but we stayed for about an hour watching all the colours disolve into stars. Behind us a group of french girls were playing frisbee... badly. One girl was trying to smoke while playing. We kept flinching with every pass expecting to get hit by their awful aim.

Later we walked up Davie and stopped at a McDonalds. While Ian ordered I grabbed a table. At the table behind me sat an older guy, drunk and sleepy singing with his gravelly voice:

"Just between you and me
Baby I know our love will be,
Just between you and me
Always I know our love will be,
Just between you...just between you and me..."

Afterwards we went to the Safeway to pick up some cat food and dish soap. There were two very long line ups due to their only being two cashiers on duty. We waited a good twenty plus minutes for our turn. Behind us another group of girls (not french) were debating whether they should just go to McDonalds.

"Oh god, I've eaten there every day this week, nu-uh."
"But this is taking so long and I'm so hungry!"

The girl at the checkout was deft at disarmament, asking us right away in a gentle, tired voice if we had waited long. We politely told her that we had but it was okay. She then said that six people had quit that day so they were a little understaffed.

On the way out I scanned their message board and saw an index card advertising past life exploration sessions.

Monday, I'm making an appointment to get this damn headache sorted out.

I am so hooked on Cowboy Bebop. I saw the movie a few months ago on cable and loved it. You can imagine how happy I was to hear there was a series. And another one in the works! Yeah, I'm a hermit living in a cave on the dark side of the moon.

It looks like our trip to Spain is a go. We'll be in Gijon for the convention from October 12 through the 16th and after that we'll be heading over to London to toodle about for a few days. I'll have to figure out the paperwork for selling pages there. Hope it's not too nuts.

Word Under the Street is coming up on Sunday September 25th. I'll be doing a portfolio review with a few other creators so if anyone wants some pointers/advice then please stop by. Oh crap, I think the Garbage Can Art Contest is on the same day! I need a better calendar. Maybe I can swing both events.

The heat has returned and I'm back working in the living room. The cooler weather was nice while it was here.

This morning I woke to the sounds of neighbourhood kids crunching on the stone covered alley under our window. No biggie, they usually like to scramble through there but then I heard the sounds of wood clunking around and being hammered on. I slowly got up to have a look. In the past they've played with this small pile of fence wood that's been sitting there unused for ages, once I asked them not to for reasons I didn't want to come right out and say (I'll get to into that in a moment), but there was an adult present this time just hammering away on some project with kids hovering about being helpful. Not sure what they plan on making with this old wood but man did I really want to tell them that the local racoons regularly scooch on it. Maybe masturbation is too strong a word, maybe grandpa racoon just likes the feel of pressure treated wood on his furry nether regions and that's why he stretches out across the boards every morning and does this odd little rocking motion... hey, I'm no animal expert, I just happen to be up when they start with the racket.

I'm such a misanthrope.

RAIN!

The heavens have opened up and disgourged its magnificent bounty! I'm sorely tempted to rip off all my clothes and go running through it but I have to work tomorrow so I'll just have to be content to let the hypnotic rythyms lull me to sleep.

Life is nice.

Christ, the last two weeks have been a sweltering nightmare punctuated by more chainsaws (this time from the building management) and children on some Screaming Marathon of Hope in their backyard pool.

I do like warm weather, it certainly beats the finger numbing cold of winter but it would be really nice to have all this heat accompanied by things like the odd cloud, a refreshing rain or heck, even a BREEZE. The office has been impossible to work in. Three fans going, the windows full open and nothing but dried out eyes. The warm air just gets moved around.

So I've set up shop in the living room at home where the trees have been providing some lovely shade (or at least until this morning when the forementioned chainsaws came out). It's not the best for my back but it's getting work done.

This past weekend was broken up by lots of last minute errands with my sister Vicky to get her ready for her trip to Finland (one of our cousins is getting married). I pulled a couple of all nighters on Sunday and Monday night to catch up but still was left with six pages in various stages of completion (I tend to bounce instead of going page by page) which just made me cranky as hell. By the time for Vic's departure on Tuesday evening I'd had about two hours sleep in as many days. We went to the airport together and had a teary goodbye. She was bouncing off the walls with excitement over her stopovers in London and I was so damn happy for her. She's been studying art and art history in a dull suburban hell for years and finally she gets to see some real civilization. It's so inspiring and I can't wait to go with Ian in the fall for a quick walk about.

So after seeing her off I returned home and jumped into bed at around ten, slept a bit fitfully, then waking up at 3 am, a couple of hours before I'd hoped to get up, I decided to just get back to work. Kissed Ian goodnight as he retired and got out my lapboard. The chainsaws and woodchippers started up at around 9am. I'm guessing insurance companies have changed their policies again because it seems everyone is now freaking out over liability issues regarding overhanging branches damaging cars. Here's an idea, maybe give car thieves longer sentences instead of constantly turfing them over and over again like they do in this province? Maybe?

Anyway, at the wire by 2pm and there's still two pages to go! I hate not having a complete pack for Fed Ex. I hand off what's done to Ian who has just gotten up for his appointment with his agent and I get ready to hit the sack. But then landscapers appear right outside our windows on tall ladders armed with various cutting tools. I decide to wait them out because no way can I sleep through this. I am so damn tired. Not just the physical kind either but that intense, deep kind of tired that makes you anxious about everything. Anxious about guys with chainsaws looking into your windows to see if there's anything worth stealing and why the hell haven't you gotten content insurance yet what with the annoying smells of pot floating from neighbour's apartments at night making you wonder if some stoner will fall asleep with a pan left on the stove and how the hell are you going to get the cat from under the bed when the fire alarms go off? Anxious about that weird headache in your right temple that's been going on for the last four days and is it stress or wisdom tooth related and how long will an extraction take out of the schedule and can it wait until your next vacation? What if it's a tumour? It feels kind of weird and squishy in there. And of course you can't say that without hearing Ahnold reply "id's naht a toomah!" And why the hell did you watch Kindergarten Cop anyway? What a terrible movie!

I didn't get into the anxiety over being alive and the existential angst that usually pops up at these times because fortunately for me the phone rang and it was Vic: "I only have a minute of time on this thing but I'm in a big red phone booth right outside of Westminster Abbey! I'm here!" We both do the girly squeal of delight. "I got in fine and needed to get some air and I just walked by Big Ben and every corner is something old and historical! It's amazing! I'm going to see Platform Nine and Three Quarters tomorrow morning on my way to the airport!"

Well that just made everything all right.

I did manage to get a few hours sleep in. I woke up at around eleven to hang out with Ian who I have missed dearly over the last few days. We had a fabulous dinner and a nice 3 am walk through the hood. Picked up a copy of Scientific American and another bridal mag at Shopper's Drug Mart (addictive little buggers!). For no reason I also picked up a cup noodle that was on sale. Sometimes you just have to get one of those things. Maybe I'll eat it tomorrow and quickly regret the teeth buzzing from the MSG. What the hell.

Now for some real sleep...

Ian spoke to the landlady today and found out the thefts occured sometime in April. Yeah, great notice. Despite having the serial numbers (which we'll be reporting to the cops shortly) I doubt there's any chance of getting them back after this long. Might get lucky through the police auctions though so we'll see.

The heat has been damn depressing lately so I stayed in this afternoon to finish reading Half Blood Prince. SLIGHT SPOILER ALERT :I have to say it's a really fun book that got me all weepy by the end and no doubt will have kids in a funk all summer. I'll just reiterate what I said to friend today by saying who needs Ritalin when there's J.K. Rowling to bring the little buggers down? Love it. END SPOILER.

So the sun is setting and I'm getting my butt into the office. Hopefully it'll have cooled down enough to get a decent night's work in. Arms sticking to your drawing table is really gross.

Today started off okay. A little slow getting started, a nice lazy Sunday, and then we decided to go down to the bike storage room to check on our bikes to see if they'll be needing any work before using them this summer. Open up the door and...

Just the snapped Krypton lock lying on the floor.

FUCK!

Ian's was a birthday present I gave him last year. I hope whoever stole the bloody things gets their meth addicted head crushed under a bus!

Ian has just postured that would indeed be the sound it make too: METH!

Even when times are sucky that man can make me laugh.

More lost sleep but this time for a good cause. We got up early to get out to the Library and see Harry and the Potters perform a free show. Wow, these guys are good! So much energy and of course they had the girls screaming. Bought a bunch of t-shirts and two cds, Voldemort Can't Stop the Rock and Ed DeGeorge's other band's album: Ed and the Refridgerators Get Excommunicated. I love this stuff.

People do realise that prolonged sleep deprivation causes psychosis right?

I actually confronted them this morning briefly to find out when the heck this damn project of theirs would be done and the woman assured me it would be today whereupon I grumpily paced about the apartment until I got really sleepy again and passed out to the sounds of some godawful machine outside. Overslept like crazy but still not feeling very rested.

Almost halfway through Half Blood Prince and am very excited about it. Wish I had more time to just sit and get through it all but it's going at a couple of chapters a night.

Jeez, now the neighbours next to the neighbours have their dog out and it's barking like crazy. There's nothing more disconcerting than parents who allow their little kids to try and discipline a large dog. Kids are generally mean little fuckers and it makes me feel for the animal who is obviously just confused as hell. Someone is going to get bitten and then it'll be the dog who suffers. Fuck I hate people today.

Yep, they're still at it.

I'm just remembering some cds Bunche sent me a while back, lots of obscure stuff with raunchy lyrics. If I were to position the stereo just so, taking into account optimum projection through the leaves... yep, the neighbour's next back yard dinner party should be interesting.

9:45 this morning. Saws and hammers. Lots of interupted sleep.

Neighbours suck.

Home again, home again, jiggedy jig!

Lucky for us we decided to pack before crashing on Sunday night because the wake up call we asked for never came and we woke up a half hour before we were set to leave. I'm amazed we made it through customs at all looking as bleary-eyed and unshowered as we did but we did. As soon as we got through the doors to Vancouver airport we b-lined to the nearest magazine stand and bought a copy of Half blood Prince (It came with a free tote bag!). I've managed to get three chapters in and so far I'm loving it. No spoilers.

The cats appreciated us being back, Charlie, a Balinese and for some reason genetically prone to neediness, was making a lot of noise and making it known that he needed to be held for several days straight. What a great cat. Kinsey and Augie were nonchalant as usual.

What an amazing weekend! So much happened and we had a really memorable, fun time. It's too bad we had to come home to more crap from the neighbours... Which I'll get into in a moment, but first I want to mention Brian's fabulous present of coolness!

So Saturday night we meet up at the Hyatt Bar and Ruth has this big, wrapped box. I open it and am stunned to see a shoulder bag, like any other computer bag but on the flap is this orange and white silk panel stitched into it and a label that says something about the International Space Station and the Soyuz mission. I immediately love it and think it's just so geeky cool because I'm a huge astronomy fan. But then Brian and Ruth say "Look inside, look inside!" (it was pretty loud in this bar), so I look and find a letter saying that panel of silk on the flap is actually parachute silk from the Soyuz Lander that was up in space for 194 days. And it's signed by the astronaut from that mission which happens to co-incide with events in One Small Step.

I burst into tears. It's the neatest thing ever and fucking wow! I start showing it to everyone in the bar. Joss Whedon was right there and I shove it in his face and say "Look! This was in space!" and everyone was patting it down and feeling the silk. All night I'm meeting people and everyone is patting down my Space Bag (as Tony Harris has Christened it). I am so on cloud nine.

So we get home and the neighbours are building a shed under our window.

Back story. The neighbours on the corner have this house, which they claim is Victorian but damn if it's not Edwardian, and they have been renovating it over the past three years. The first year we moved in we had to deal with a hellish five days in the summer where they decided to pave down the entire yard with elaborately cut cobble stones. Being as cheap as they apparently are, they felt it was a great idea to cut all the stones on site instead of having them cut elsewhere and brought in. The result: five days, from 9am to 9pm of a wet saw screaming through our morning sleep, meals, work and relaxation time. Friends of ours on the opposite side of the building from us were totally rattled, we were on the verge of having a total nervous breakdown. No warnings, no apologies.

So then they build this silly dinner tent under our balcony. Okay, it's tacky, whatever. They have dinner parties in it and play the same bloody Eagles CD over and over all night as they chatter about inane crap. Okay, they're boring, let it be. Then September comes. And the rains come. And the tent ROTS. My asthma gets triggered by all this mould and I'm just miserable from it. Winter comes and it gets doused with snow and one night... Providence. I'm working late into the night and suddenly I hear a loud SNAP! I rush out to the balcony and see the tent caved in from the weight of the snow. A very happy night indeed. The tent is soon taken down and life goes on.

Spring comes around and more reno work. Endless days of circular saws and hammering and loud contractors. We start to get used to it. We still seethe but it's ignorable.

Then last fall a giant sign goes up on their lawn, the kind you see in front of construction sites for townhomes. We learn that all this work has been to convert this tiny, three storey Victorian house into three STRATA condos starting at $395,000. Of course we just laugh our asses off at this. I just can't imagine paying so much for a basement suite! What a bunch of greedy assholes. And then they build another tent, I suppose to make it look more attractive. Ugh.

By spring the price has been marked down to $354,000 and a few months after that the giant condo ad is replaced by a small real estate company's for sale sign.

Last month we awoke to chain saws. It was jarring and unpleasant and we made our way to the balcony to see a couple of "landscapers" hacking up the giant fig tree in the yard. This beautiful fig tree's branches have reached over to our railing for the last three years and we've enjoyed stretching out for figs, lying under it's shade and listening to rain on the massive leaves. Half asleep our first reaction is "This is fucking awful! What the hell are you doing?"

The guy with the chainsaw is incredibly aggro and defensive and starts yelling up at us to fuck off, calling us names, screaming about "liability issues" and then turns to his silent stooge and says "nuke it to the property line!". In other words the guy with the husqvarna is fucking PSYCHO. We go back inside and fume.

In the end the tree is still there but thinned so we don't get as much privacy as we used to from those neighbours. Yay.

We begin talks about a possible move. The apartment rocks but fuck this noise. We decide to wait another year until after we get married, which oh yeah, we're doing next spring, woo hoo!

Monday afternoon we get back after maybe three hours sleep the night before (the annual Dead Dog party was too great to miss) and what do we hear? More saws, more hammering, and this great, big, stupid looking shed going up under our window. It starts up again this morning, 9am sharp. No warnings, no apologies. Not one iota of consideration for the people living nearby who have to put up with all this shit. How can people be such assholes?

Sunday. Home stretch. I don't know what's been done differently this year but compared to past years this con had been so much easier to deal with. Oh sure, there's the Saturday night freak out where all the emotions finally bubble over and nothing but an amazingly patient boyfriend can help you ride it out. But the rest of it, the crowded aisles, the near psychotic outbursts of the frustrated and bug-eyed, the air conditioning... all seem to be running a lot smoother this year. I've managed to navigate the hall without so much as a shove or a stepped on foot. And best of all, no mystery clouds of B.O. to jump out at you when you least expect. Everyone is being hygenic and polite this year. It's great.

I got this amazing present from Brian yesterday. It's too stunning to recount now as I have to boot it out to a signing, but stay tuned. More info tonight.

:)

San Diego.

Again.

Man this is such an overwhelming place, but for once I'm having a very relaxing time of it. The flight down was wonderful and hassle free. The hotel is great. The people have been fabulous, my sister is here and we had a hoot of a time doing a spotlight panel together and Brian won Best Writer last night at the Eisners. Not only that but I had the amazing honour of announcing it to the world as the presenter.

Like I said, overwhelming.

I want to go into details but right now I have to get my ass to the con and do some signings at the booth.

If you're planning to take up astronomy as a hobby I would suggest Vancouver not be the place you expect to get a lot of results.

For months I've been waiting to see the Nasa spacecraft known as Deep Impact slam into comet Tempel 1 just outside the constellation of Virgo. My sister's balcony has a fabulous view of the southwestern sky and we were hoping to have a star party; snacks, some drinks, a pair of scopes and binoculars for everyone to share... but damnit the sky is completely overcast!

Granted it's not even that big of a light show. Some people have been exaggerating the extent of the flash to be seen, desribing it on on par with fireworks. Some of the more extreme factions of the Art Bell crowd have been throwing around speculation that this little thing will divert course as a result and cause an extinction level event on earth. Really, we're talking teeny magnitudes here. The comet is barely visible at mag 9 and will only brighten to about mag 6. For a comparison, Jupiter, which is just to the right of Virgo is mag -1.9, Neptune is 7.8. The higher the magnitude, the fainter the object.

But even so, I wanted to see it! I like looking at little fuzzballs in the sky. I love the idea that I could see a man-made event take place nearly an entire Astronomical Unit away. It's like being able to catch a glint of light off a moon landing! It's exciting!

But no geeky fun for me tonight.

And speaking of Harry Potter...

The San Diego comic con is in two weeks. On the Friday of the con the new Potter book will be released at midnight. A bunch of us are planning to join the huge line-up expected at the downtown Barnes & Nobles. Great atmosphere, little kids dressed up in costume, goofy adults dressed up in costume, lots of lightening bolt temp tatoos no doubt. I was really looking forward to this... until I remembered something: the US edition of the Potter books are usually edited to change words like "jumper" to "sweater", "philosopher's stone" to "sorcerer's stone" etc. to make it easier for the yanks to understand.

Now, I'm torn! Do I get the US edition and then buy the Canadian/Brit one when we get back to Vancouver?! I was hoping to start reading this right away! Will I have to start from scratch when we get back?! Will I just have to WAIT through the whole weekend to find out what happens?! AAAGH!

These are the things I think about. Aren't you lucky I decided to start blogging more?

Okay, here's something I am crazy excited about! One of my favourite bands, Harry and the Potters will be playing at the Vancouver Public Library on July 23rd! Yeah, it's geeky but these guys are fun! The songs are catchy and infectious (Save Ginny Weasley), charming (My Teacher is a Werewolf) and even tuggy on the heartstrings (Two Weeks of My Summer Left and These Days are Dark). Hopefully they'll have their follow-up album Voldemort Can't Stop The Rock for sale that day because I'm bringing my wallet. Harry Potter fans will get a big kick out of these guys so spread the word y'all.

So I'm a bit bummed about not being able to have my server host this blog. They said it had something to do with their whole system needing to be changed and they weren't intent on doing anything so here we are. Blah.

Anyway, a friend of mine was bugging me about posting more so I'll make more of an effort to do so. I guess I became discouraged when I started getting e-mails and message board posts from my father that made me reluctant. I suppose I should fill you in on some of this in case you're confused. My father is a deadbeat. He's incredibly self centered, unreliable and devoid of compassion. Sociopathic is the word I think I'm grabbing for here. He took off when I was 17 to go shack up with a hair dresser and a gaggle of foster kids. He gave no support whatsoever to myself or my sister. He promised to help at every turn and very patiently, we waited for that support which never came. In my mid twenties I attempted to patch things up with him but again I was left overwhelmingly disappointed when promise after promise went up in smoke. My sister was nearly bankrupted as a result.

I no longer have a relationship with him. I feel it's for the best because not only is there the unreliable factor involved, he's just a complete stranger to me now and I have no desire to get to know him again. I get these notes from him from time to time and they just make me so angry because he makes these statements of being so proud of my accomplishments which to me feels like he's laying claim on them somehow, like he had a part in who I am now which would be laughable if it weren't so outrageous.

Knowing that he was visiting my site and reading my posts made me want to take it back, to tell him "No, you can't have this, it's mine and I share it only with my family and friends". I tried solving this problem the wrong way, I kept the things I wanted to share just so I could keep him from living vicariously through this site. Well fuck that. It's my life and I'm going to talk about it. I'm going to talk about cool news on the Y front, about things I find online, about my life and my family and my friends. But first I have to lay this down: Everything I've achieved happened despite my father. I learned to break out of some awful cycles simply because I did not want to end up like him and I did that by doing the exact opposite of what he did. I chose the life I wanted. I made a plan. I stuck with it. I jumped at the opportunities when they presented themselves. I didn't bail when I got bored or frustrated or angry. I kept my promises. When I screw up I do my best to fix it.

That's how you find happiness. It's really quite simple.

And now on to my blog...

In case you were wondering why the heck the main page is still showing a blurb about Revenge of the Sith, the site is going through a major overhaul. My server is all mucked up and not letting me publish new pages, I can't get Blogger to help me figure out how to put my blog on the main page and any time I think I've found the right help links or the right Dummies book I only make the situation worse.

Working on it.

Any coding nerds in town willing to make a few bucks? E-mail me!

A bit of controversy here in town this week over the new 2010 Olympic logo contest winner. Seems people are all screaming about how being an Inukshuk the design does little to represent BC since the Inuit are in a totally different province. Where are the mountains? Where's the local heritage? Why does it look like a cross between Gumby and Pac Man?

One Inuit wrote in to the local paper to say that the Inukshuk, dubbed "Ilanaaq" meaning friend is actually a symbol for killing, not friendship.

Now I wasn't going to say too much about the goofy new design primarily because as an entrant in the VANOC design contest not only am I biased, it would be ridiculously petty to diss it. Sure the two pieces I submitted incorporated local folklore, the bulk of the games are taking place in Whistler after all and the neighbouring Kwagiutl band (as well as the Haida and numerous other culturally rich bands throughout the province) should be included in the motif, but I also felt my designs could have been stronger and no doubt there'd be dozens of of other entrants with something more powerful to offer. I went in convinced there was no way in hell I'd win but I'd have kicked myself forever if I didn't at least try.

Again, I wasn't going to say much of anything about it... that is until I received this e-mail from VANOC today:

> Dear Vancouver 2010 Olympic Emblem Design Competition Entrant,
> In order to participate in the Design Competition, all participating entrants and designers signed an Intellectual Property Rights and Confidentiality Agreement, which provides that VANOC owns all submitted designs, including designs that are not chosen as the 2010 Olympic Emblem, and requires all entrants and designers to maintain the strict confidentiality of their design and all information regarding their design.
> Design Competition entrants or designers that disclose their designs or information regarding their design are infringing VANOC> '> s exclusive rights in the designs and breaching their obligations under the Intellectual Property Rights and Confidentiality Agreement. Any participation in, or assistance of, such wrongful conduct by the media also constitutes an infringement of VANOC> '> s exclusive rights and other actionable wrongs against VANOC.
> For the vast majority of participants who have upheld this confidentiality agreement, we sincerely thank you. We are very proud of your response to the Emblem Design Competition, and hope that you respect the winning designers and celebrate their success.
>
> Thank you.

Pretty hasty looking isn't it? I'm sure it was rushed off after seeing the picture of another entrant in the Province newspaper this morning complaining about the new design and how his incorporated local native imagery while the one chosen did not. There was no picture of his submission with the interview, obviously because he was bound by contract not to reveal it but I think it scared VANOC enough to send these badly formatted letters to all the entrants ASAP before it became a PR nightmare once the people started seeing the designs that were passed over popping up all over the place.

I think the part that bugged me was that wonderfully passive aggresive passage: "We... hope that you respect the winning designers and celebrate their success."

Nahh. It's a goofy design, powerful yeah, with it's bold iconic outline and vivid colours (complete with badly tacked on meanings for each hue) but also inappropriate. Like a penguin used to promote Iceland.

Mine wasn't great, I won't say what it was or post the image because I don't want to be sued thanks, but jeez, ya think they could have come up with something better?

Yeah yeah it's been a while. Lots going on and there never seems to be a moment where my thoughts are all in order enough to pop in here. I did want to post some news of the Y universe:

The fourth Y trade collecting the story arcs Safeword and Widow's Pass is now out! And wouldn't ya know it, Christmas is right around the corner. What an incomprehensible coincidence!

Brian sent along a really neat note yesterday. Turns out his dad was reading Sports Illustrated and came across this lil' blurb about Eagles' linebacker Dhani Jones:

A Linebacker's Library
Here's what's stacked on Dhani Jones's nightstand
*DEMOCRACY MATTERS: Winning the Fight Against Imperialism, by Cornel West
*SCIENCE OF BEING AND ART OF LIVING: Transcendental Meditation, by His Holiness Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
*THE DA VINCI CODE, by Dan Brown
*Y: THE LAST MAN, by Brian K. Vaughan, Pia Guerra and Jose Marzan, Jr.

Wow. That's pretty cool.

Ms. Magazine mentioned us in last week's issue as well. I haven't seen it yet but the next time I'm at the book store I'll have a look see.

In other business, I'll be doing a signing at the Virgin Megastore in downtown Vancouver on December 10th so please come on down and say hi.

Back to the drawing board.

So last week was the monster con of all monster cons: SAN DIEGO!

Now for those of you who have not gone to one of these monstrously monstrous cons here's a rough idea of what it's like. You have the beautiful convention center designed by none other than Arthur Erickson who realised some damn pretty buildings here in Vancouver, love his stuff. The original center was built in the late 80's early 90's, and just last year received a whole new addition so it's even LONGER than it's usual monstrous length. ONE MILE long from Hall A to Hall H. Now picture that enormous space full of retailers, publishers, Motion Picture pavillions, artist's alley and an art auction. And with that in your head stuff in a hundred thousand people all trying to get to wherever they're going in a big shuffled hurry, toss in a struggling AC system and a lot of B.O. and voila: SDCC.

My first SD con was back in 1990 when it was held in an auditorium downtown. Quaint, very shriners feel about it, had a good time. The following year it was held in the brand spanking new Convention center and only took up Hall A and B (maybe C?) and it just seemed enormous! Every year since the room has grown and grown right into the new wing! Just when you think it can't possibly get any bigger it does. It's mind boggling. The downside of all this growth is the reduction of intimacy this con used to have. San Diego was notorious for it's parties, big official bashes under the sails, cozy get togethers in hotel rooms or dingy basement lounges, raves in empty warehouses and one year a rowdy drink up at a driving range. This was a creator's paradise because it was so easy to approach other writers and artists and talk about anything from industry craft to cool horror movies. The majority of my development as an artist took place here as every year I'd collect feedback and critiques of my portfolio, gathering the advice I would take home to work on until the next year when I'd display the fruits of my labour. And as I gained a name for myself and started working as a professional I would in turn critique the newbies and give advice as it was given to me. For some reason I can hear "the Circle of Life" playing in my head right now. Hmmm.

But with progress comes change. SDCC is just too big now. There isn't a lot of time to talk to people. What parties there are have become too massive and exclusive to really make much of a connection and after the impersonal dinners at long tables all that's left is the loud huddle at the Hyatt that ends too soon with the 2am last call. It's become very frustrating.

Not that there weren't high points. Ian and I got to see Shaun of the Dead and meet Simon Pegg who is one of our favourite comedians. Out of a fantastic fluke I also met Joss Whedon and managed to snag an intro to the upcoming Y trade (the one with the Safeword arc which he had written to Brian saying how much he enjoyed it *beam!*). That was very uplifting!

Plus there's nothing like little toddlers dressed up as Spiderman and Darth Maul to make you feel great about being a working geek.

:)

Crazy busy as per usual bit wanted to stop in after a bit of a long absence to provide y'all with updates in the world of Y.

Unmanned has gone into yet another printing! The Chicago Tribune ran a neat article in their women section in June. Entertainment Weekly put Y on their Must List in the last week of May!

Also, Brian got a 2004 Harvey nom for best Writer. Chester Brown won for his wonderful work on Louis Riel but really, looking at the list of amazing talent, they're all winners! Way to go Brian!

Next week I'm back with Tongues of Flame, which as the title suggests, is a wee bit on the hot side. We really hope you like this one, it was fun to draw.

More soon. Back to the drawing board...

Just heard this morning that Y - The Last Man, One Small Step trade paperback is going into a 2nd printing! Wee! Much thanks to everyone for picking up a copy!

Also, the CBC posted an interesting interview with me on their Radio 3 site. They took images from the book and inserted quotes fom a couple of interviews I did with JJ Lee over the last two months. It looks pretty sharp and there's music... just disregard all the exclamation marks!

Okay, Omarosa wasn't a plant but damn if that woman doesn't come across as someone who thinks the universe revolves around her. Ick. I'm sure a lot of how she was presented was due to heavy handed editing but she didn't help her case much with the few moments she did have to prove herself what with her creepy, fake posturing and outright denial of wrong doing. Ugh! I've known people like that and it just makes me go Grrrr! I'll stop now.

Angel is a good show. *sigh

Ohhh Photoshop is fun!

Thanks to Kimmy over at Blogger the archive link is now working. Yay!

My friend Den sent me this great link: A Softer World. Picture Jack Handey getting hit by a truck full of Haikus and it still won't do Emily and Joey's site justice.

An interesting theory floating out there now about the Aprentice. Omarosa may very well be a plant intended to test the applicants' ability to deal with problematic employees. I mean, she's a little over the top to be real huh? And the whole tagline of the show is "You're Fired!" so it would make sense that the final round would require the winner to be able to fire someone if necessary. Personally Kawme should have pulled her from the Jessica Simpson transport detail immediately instead of extending the non-confrontation. The fact that he didn't will work against him. The fact that the other "employees" commented on his not dealing with her on the spot suggests that they may already be in on the conspiracy. The real tell will be if the final two applicants get to switch employees so the other guy can handle her. Or if some similar trouble with another employee comes up. It's a reality show after all, gotta have a twist!

Jeez, I'm being sucked into a reality show! I hate those things!

Y #21 is out and Goran's work is lovely. Hope you're out there getting a copy!

Happy Easter!

I'm having trouble figuring out the archive code so if you hit that link you may end up in nowheresville. Working on it as time allows. Sorry.

Saw Hellboy this week and was pleasantly surprised. Good characters, visually strong and very Mignola-esque. His style translates really well and I have to applaud the production team for taking such big risks. I was a bit disappointed with the end though, very abrupt and kinda run of the mill: big bad, big fight, big mess, wrap up the loose ends fast. It seemed to be building up to something bigger and more resounding but instead resorted to video game boss-round ending number 309. I'm still recomending it though, with the hope that if we are fortunate enough to see a sequel there will be more of the unconventional (pancakes! kittens! talking corpses!) and less of the predictable (grenades down gullets. Overdone CGI *yawn*).

On a Y note, I attended a Women in Film seminar at SFU today that featured David Goyer speaking about adapting films from books and comics. Some neat industry annecdotes including one about a Disney executive stating flat out "There is no mucous in a Disney film! Ever!". Also some good points on the writing process and working with actors. I had the chance to say hello afterwards and he was very pleasant. Also met up with Steve Sadowski!

Later, Vicky and I went to see if Soda's (a small 50's diner with pretty good burgers and milkshakes) was still open. It had been converted to a so-so sushi joint. *sigh*

There's a shop up the street selling these GWEV electric mopeds. I'm sorely tempted.

I've added a couple of sites to the links pages that I hope you check out.

Digital Medusa is an online gallery displaying the personal collection of Steven Gettis. Since 1998 Steven has gotten dozens of literature based illustrations from creators throughout the comics industry. Impressive and worth a look.

Ghost Town is a site showing photographs of Chernobyl taken by a woman named Elena who makes regular trips into the city on the back of her Kawasaki Ninja. This link has been making the rounds on the boards lately and after you had a look you'll know why. Haunting and sad.