I’m still around. We’re working on some new MRB material and we just got back from Comic-Con so that has kept me pretty occupied. Even though I had to sleep in the tub in Bernie’s room the convention was pretty incredible. I’m sure someone will post pics and stuff somewhere around here, I’m just too lazy to do it right now. I’ve been listening to The New Limb constantly and you should be too!
I guess I kind of suck at this blog thing. Hey, Brax isn’t so great at it either. We’ve been busy going to shows, working on new material, and cleaning up after that filthy slug, Bernie. He’s all right, I guess. I’m still kind of freaking out about this whole Comic-Con debacle. Thanks to Travel Planners I now have to choose between the touch tank at Sea World and the wilds of Mission Bay. Either one leads to certain doom. Hopefully a third option will present itself soon.
I was going to post a rant about Comic-Con and the insane hotel situation a couple days ago but a good friend has helped us out of a bind. I was beginning to think I would have to sleep in Mission Bay or stay with my relatives at Sea World or something! Let me tell you, I wasn’t looking forward to have kids gawk at me all day and try to pet me. No thank you. But yeah, we’ll be at Comic-Con. Phil and Brendan are working on planning some meetups and we all are hoping to have our zine done by then to show off to folks. It should be an awesome time!
Brax dragged me to this stupid convention, insisting it would be cool. It turned out to be quite the opposite. Most comic conventions at the very least have artists, collectibles, and some form of washed up celebrities to take pictures with and/or laugh at. This had none of those. Just a bunch of dudes selling old comics. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I sure as heck wouldn’t pay 10 bucks for it. Then they had the audacity to yell at us for asking for our money back since we were only there for like 5 minutes. So yeah, I’m a liitle ticked about that.