So i went to PAX (east) and had a generally rockin time. I won't bore you, who weren't there, with how it was the best place on Earth for Nerdkind. And i won't shock you, who were there, with how much fecal matter one comes across at these things, if you are looking for fecal matter that is. (like a scavenger hunt. No points for anything found in a traditional bathroom*.)
I will only bore those of you perusing this internet diary, hidden in the attic of google, in the pad locked trunk of Blogger ... in a well, in a goat, within a duck, inside a mouse, locate interiorly in that of a small horse ... with that which pertains to my art.
So here is my hobby, of getting famous folk to sign a caricature of themselves with empty speech bubbles. As i did for XO Tigh of the Battlestar Gallactica. As i did (but not achieve) with Bruce Campbell. (i'll get ye, ye salty sona bitch) I clearly did not plan this out the day before like usual. Nor at all. It was last minute to spend my Sunday at PAX to wait in line for their signature of a drawing i made whilst waiting in that very Que line. I thought they would be impressed.
Well i was fairly at the end of that line. So just when i was done the picture, but still about 20-30min away, I was told that the Penny-Arcade legends themselves ... would be rushing through the last of the signatures. Which was fine. I didn't bring all of my beenie babies for them to sign, like some people. I got there, and they were plowing through their signatures. I gave them my quick spiel about what it was i had for them. Mike (the one throwing the pokeball) Wrote the "Poop" as fast as he could and slid it down. Jerry (the pocket monster depicted) Wrote "Some like it ..." he paused for what seemed forever, about 3 seconds... and finished it.
So i got no kudos nor shame for my engraven image of them. So they probably only barely analyzed it and wrote something random. (Mike probably writing Poop in the 1st speech bubble he saw) Or saw it and HATED their likenesses on page, and wanted it out of their sights immediately... Or simply had no time to commend me on my ability to immortalize their stunning physics via pen and paper. My ego shall go with ... the next option. They were merely too stunned and speechless to say much, and were so internally miseased, shunned it from the table, and their collective thoughts. Only to subconsciously strive to ascertain such comic hilarity portrayed hither. And yon.
*traditional bathroom: a bathroom indicated as such with a small ideogram of a human, being male, female, both, or those with wheels for butts. Some instances of celestial shapes have been used.
Places not indicated include, but not limited to; telephone booths, sheds, desk drawers, trashcans, one's own pants, another's owned pants, dog bowls, shampoo containers, afros (both african and jewish), stain glass windows, in the center of giant steel advertising donuts, (despite common opinion) Mexico, little girl dollhouses (including the tiny bathroom replicas wherein), computer terminals for the olfactory challenged, Mark Summers (of Nickelodeon's Double Dare and What Would You Do?), 3/4 of the still living teletubbies, and flesh wounds.
