Comicon and Le Divorce

For me, the Con started Thursday night. The plan was to check out a screening in LA and drive down after. But plans changed so I drove down early. I ended up at the Scholastic party. Them’s the fellas what brung us ‘Arry Potter.

I joined Mel and sat in with Allen Spiegel and his band of artistic brothers under a starry night in a rooftop setting.

Sigh. You see, I don’t always do these little journal entries in one sitting. Sometimes I take a break to work, play or even go to the grocery. Have you ever gone to the grocery, bought a couple hundred dollars worth of junk, shoved them into the trunk then drove home where you ended up watching the last hour of Hellboy? Then might clip your toenails, take a nap, write for a few hours, wash some dishes, talk to that moron, Dean, as he drives home from work and then say to yourself, “Hey, I should finish my journal entry.” And as you sit doing your journal entry you remember that your two hundred some odd dollars worth of groceries are still sitting in your trunk. Has that every happened to you?
Yeah, me neither.

So, as Mel waxed poetic with John Muth I gazed around and took in the rooftop setting…

…good friends and the ‘Arry Potter bought and paid for open bar. I had no complaints. It’s times like these in which I feel silly about times in which I allow myself to be overpowered by stress. It was a good night.

By nine-o-clock Friday morning we were in line. A long line. Comicon is not unlike E3 with the addition of tons of strangeness.

Well, strange to the dullishly normal folks out there in the world. To me it was a toy store and I was eleven again.

Or perhaps candy store if that is indeed your poison of choice.

Everywhere you looked there was a cult favorite celebrity signing autographs and/or taking pics. Some were having the time of their lives. Lance here, seemed joyous. Kenny Baker, who has spent several years inside R2D2, Rob Zombie…

…my old buddies Tom and Steve…these guys seemed to be having a blast. They were all embracing that which is Comicon. Heck, even I found myself approached for the assorted picture or autograph…which should be creepy considering I could only be recognized by my severed head. Kind of fun, you know?
Then there were those cult fav celebs who seemed…well…grumpy on the verge of rude. Therefore they do not earn the right to be mentioned or pictures posted. Shame on you.

Friday night we partied with Paul Morrissey and the boys and girls of Tokyopop. With a thumping head, I crawled over to the Con Saturday morning to meet up with several business friends and by that afternoon Mel and I were watching our way through Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Depp. He’s so dreamy.
Still feeling nostalgic about Scholastic paying for our Thursday night booze we grabbed a couple limited editions of the new ‘Arry Potter, Mel took a cab to the airport and I pointed the little blue car north for my end of Comicon 2005.
Saturday night, Sunday and Monday morning found me reading the Half-Blood Prince. Wow. Book five had some wonky moments but she really caught her groove on this one. I highly recommend you read it so we can talk about it.
Last week was a busy week…but lately…every week is a busy week. With visions of our partying with the Tokyopop crowd I hunkered down and finished the project I’m doing with them. I finished a new page for Tom and Steve but as of this weekend I now have a new page to do. Sweet. I’m set to meet with Mike and Mike this week to discuss the Grave’s End plan as well as Unknown Subject and a yet untitled cop project we are set to pitch at Fox. Patrick wrote 13 very strong pages on Mass D before running off to play with Williamson. I made a pass through Past Tense (which still needs to be renamed) and I started work on Boners (which just might need to be renamed). And I gave some real serious thought to starting on a little idea Mr. Lorey came up with a few years ago. SekretAgent sent over a little project they and Depp’s company are looking at and although I’m not certain I have the time I was sparking to the idea and making myself chuckle. That’s always a good sign.

Saturday I bought me a little something and tooled up to Pacific Grove to get a divorce.

Mel and I had a fantastic time together. She picked a beautiful place to live. PG (as the locals call it) is this little chunk of heaven shoved out into the ocean. And the food is amazing. Evidently there’s a culinary school there so we never had a bad meal. I recommend Bubba Gump’s if you ever make the journey.

PG is small enough that you can get away with walking everywhere…as Mel normally does. However, this is not recommended if you are wearing flip-flops as I normally do.

We walked so far my feet are still screaming. We figured it up and it was around 15 miles. But we did take some time to lay naked on a table and let our bodies get some massage love. Which helped.

We crammed as much as you can cram into a Pacific Grove day and I gotta say I dig the place. A little cold…but then…I prefer it a little cold.

That night we ate some excellent cow and then, of course, we walked back to Mel’s place where I crashed like a rock and she played Warcraft.
Monday morning we grabbed a quick breakfast and I was on the road south by 8:30 in the AM. I rolled back in town in time for a meeting with SekretAgent, farmed a few phone calls and was back making the magic before the sun had set.
All in all it’s been a good couple of weeks.
So, in closing, a big shout to cousin Kayla…Get Well Soon.