geekfiesta, day three

day 3 was coincidentally the same day that Il Papa was taking control of the WTC area for a couple of hours, so we needed to get out early as well or else we won't catch a train to the WTC. the need to be early wasn't as urgent as yesterday, but still, a walk from 33rd St (where we would end up if we didn't beat the temporary station closures) lugging a bunch of stuff would be no picnic.

we came in relatively "late" and still managed to set up camp closer to the entrance gates. the people in front of us were of course from the same crowd that probably never slept last night - they were either loud, boisterous, smelly and totally emo.

its Kids' Day at NYCC! this means there'll be lots of li'l brats running around today and potentially getting trampled by Cosplay aficionados. while we were still waiting in line, i feared for this little one because they started throwing freebies into the crowd, and freebies means any semblance of civilized nature goes out the window. its a miracle he wasn't crushed to death by those leaping idiots. but he was completely oblivious to it, since his dad was able to grab a freebie.

here's another one being held hostage by an Imperial soldier. damn the Empire!

note again: all shitty pics are mine; the nice ones that you see here are courtesy of this guy about to be executed by a Stormtrooper for being dyslexic and lactose-intolerant (he's smiling because he already tweaked the laser rifle to shoot soy milk, with his Jedi powers).

same m.o.: run for the limited tickets for autographing sessions, and check the signing schedules. turns out there weren't any notables that we were interested in for the former. Lou Ferrigno was still there though, manning his booth by his lonesome. current 2-day tally: $945.00 minus expenses.

see how clean the area is without all the crazy people around?

hey, he finished the thing (although Cap looks more like a fat toad at my angle).

for the first haul of the day, i managed to get 5 books signed by master calligrapher Chris Eliopoulos, who told me "sleep ... what sleep?" when i asked how he gets to letter a gazillion books every month.

here's two thirds of the team that killed Captain America. and strangely, i don't hate them for it.


they deliberately left some space for the last third, the brainchild of this operation: Ed Brubaker. sweet!



shooting the breeze: Ron Garney, Steve McNiven, Dexter Vines and Mark Morales.


so it all comes down to you now, Mark Millar. show up next year, dammit!!



one of my recent faves, Marko Djurdjevic. did i mention he's the awesomeness?

the day he starts drawing full length interiors, i will sing and dance from the top of the Empire State Building. you too, Mr. Greg Horn. why can't you guys be more like Greg Land? somebody give these guys a huge project worthy of the time, critical praise and fan adulation!

i will admit guilt on this: i went out and bought a couple of Daredevil issues on-floor (okay, five) to get them signed. they were half-price off as well. though i couldn't find a copy of Daredevil #100 (done by The Awesomeness), it was all worth it (keep reading below).


1 PM found me in line for the long line for Alex Maleev, Esad Ribic and the Avengers Fairies ... i mean the Euros who draw Avengers: Fairy Tales. and by long line, i mean i was like, the fifth. hah.

me: oh. my. god. i. met. Alex. Maleev.

God: yeah, so can you be a good boy now?

me: oh. my. god. i. met. Alex. Maleev. wait till my Spanish friend Gloria reads this.


there are Gods and there are gods. Stan Lee, bless him, qualifies as a modern-day one in the comic industry. they gave him the first ever NY Comic Legend Award this weekend. deservedly so.

still, i wonder why there are whispers that in his ticketed autograph signing event, people complained that face time with the legend was nonexistent. someone took your article to be autographed, handed it to Stan, and then handed it back to you. the guy seems to be protected by the Secret Service. on the other hand, i read a blog where he managed to shake hands and kiss Stan's ass as he was walking by (security broke down apparently). so what gives? what's the truth?

on that note, i heard people were also complaining of similar behavior yesterday in Eva Mendes' own event (promoting deceased legend Will Eisner's The Spirit, as brought to life by Frank Miller). take it from the Hellboy contingent, Eva - you get more fans by being a little considerate.


Zombie Wolverine ... i'd give him a perfect rating if he showed his worm-infested rotting cranium.


waiting for Jimmy P ... is still better than waiting for Godot.


you know Palmiotti loves Frank Castle because he even drew a skull on his signature. sweet!



Q: quick, what was the name of Harry's mother?


A: Mother Potter.

another day, another dog ... (sigh)



if Nightwing/Dick Grayson were gay ("he isn't?!?"), he'd look like this:


this is just so wrong on many levels.



this. is. madness. this. is. stupid.



nice try, buddy, but the John Cassaday version still rules.


the Justice League rushing to see the winning lottery numbers.



two superhero movies in one year, and we also have Wanted. how great is it to be a geek right now? oopppss ... excuse me, i think i wet my pants.


since they're moving next year's version back to a February, this could be my last Con. but at least i can say it was ...


-----
hancock haul:
Chris Eliopoulos, Mike Perkins, Steve Epting, Mark Morales, Dexter Vines, Marko Djurdjevic, Steve McNiven, Joe Rubinstein, Dale Eaglesham, Alex Maleev, C.B. Cebulski, Mark Texeira, Esad Ribic, and Jimmy Palmiotti.