Only three days until Wondercon, and I'm wondering why I have butterflies in my stomach. I already have a wife/girlfriend, it's not like I'm going on a date or anything. Why am I nervous?
Possible reasons:
- I've been reading horror stories from the NY Comicon.
- I'm going alone.
- I've never ridden the BART before.
- I don't know my way around San Francisco.
- I'm not an extrovert.
- I actually want to make contacts and bounce around script ideas.
- I hate crowds.
- I'm afraid I'll miss something.
- I'm afraid I'm going to piss off Mike Mignola.
- This is my first big con.
- This is my first con in roughly 15 years.
Aaaand I think that's the whole list. I feel like I'm 15 again.
When I was a kid, cons were fun, like birthday parties. Even when I went without any money, my friends and brothers were there, we'd get into trouble, and we'd have fun. We'd try new things (not substances). We'd talk to strangers. We'd waltz right up to folks with reputations and talk to them, because we had no idea who they were and why they were important.
About fifteen years ago I blew off meeting Colleen Doran because I was busy trying to trade a pile of Spawn Comics for some Lone Wolf and Cub issues. She drew princesses and crap. Am I kicking myself now? Dear me, yes.
I LARPed one time. Which was enough.
I met Chris Sprouse just as he was starting to pencil Robin. I never got his autograph because I only read Marvel or Dark Horse comics, and I thought DC sucked. I was that guy.
Our gang crashed so many roleplaying tournaments I was afraid we were going to be boycotted.
I met Roger Zelazny shortly before he died. I was an Amber fanatic. He asked me about my Tshirt, which is about the biggest compliment a distinguished writer can pay a depressed teenager.
I stayed up all night watching Vampire Hunter D and Akira and Black Magic M-66.
Maybe this is why I'm so nervous. Those were the good memories of my high school years. My positive high school memories compose a very short list. I guess I'm a little afraid I won't have as much fun this time around, and that I'm too much of a grown-up for all this.
I may be too responsible and firmly entrenched in reality to enjoy it.
Screw that noise. I'm going to go pick a fight with Darth Maul.
Possible reasons:
- I've been reading horror stories from the NY Comicon.
- I'm going alone.
- I've never ridden the BART before.
- I don't know my way around San Francisco.
- I'm not an extrovert.
- I actually want to make contacts and bounce around script ideas.
- I hate crowds.
- I'm afraid I'll miss something.
- I'm afraid I'm going to piss off Mike Mignola.
- This is my first big con.
- This is my first con in roughly 15 years.
Aaaand I think that's the whole list. I feel like I'm 15 again.
When I was a kid, cons were fun, like birthday parties. Even when I went without any money, my friends and brothers were there, we'd get into trouble, and we'd have fun. We'd try new things (not substances). We'd talk to strangers. We'd waltz right up to folks with reputations and talk to them, because we had no idea who they were and why they were important.
About fifteen years ago I blew off meeting Colleen Doran because I was busy trying to trade a pile of Spawn Comics for some Lone Wolf and Cub issues. She drew princesses and crap. Am I kicking myself now? Dear me, yes.
I LARPed one time. Which was enough.
I met Chris Sprouse just as he was starting to pencil Robin. I never got his autograph because I only read Marvel or Dark Horse comics, and I thought DC sucked. I was that guy.
Our gang crashed so many roleplaying tournaments I was afraid we were going to be boycotted.
I met Roger Zelazny shortly before he died. I was an Amber fanatic. He asked me about my Tshirt, which is about the biggest compliment a distinguished writer can pay a depressed teenager.
I stayed up all night watching Vampire Hunter D and Akira and Black Magic M-66.
Maybe this is why I'm so nervous. Those were the good memories of my high school years. My positive high school memories compose a very short list. I guess I'm a little afraid I won't have as much fun this time around, and that I'm too much of a grown-up for all this.
I may be too responsible and firmly entrenched in reality to enjoy it.
Screw that noise. I'm going to go pick a fight with Darth Maul.
1 comment:
I would really rather go to Wondercon than sit through Macroeconomics and Pricing lectures for 7 hours. . . *Snore*
You'll have a great time though.
Stop by the Image booth and ask for Jonathan Chan. Tell him I sent you.
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