Yup, I’ve decided to move away from the Soviet-inspired look (as cool and gestalt-y as it was), and go more with a theme that was more indicative of the work that I do. OH! And here’s some temporary tattoo designs that I’m having made up, and will be available (soon, I hope) in the “SWAG” section. Cheers!
I got to give a shout out to Night Flight Comics for putting on an official “Let Me In” signing. They actually sold out of most of their ‘Let Me In” Comics, because there were so many damn people. And that’s mostly due to my fabulous Mom, who invited EVERYONE SHE KNEW, including her co-workers. So, it was this weird combination of a Book signing, a comic convention, a family reunion, and a sewing class at JoAnn’s fabric store. Here’s some footage:
Yessiree. If you’re in San Diego at ComicCon on Friday and Saturday… you can catch me wandering around dumbstruck at the Dark Horse table signing some stuff with people who are much more important than I am, dig:
12:00pm to 1:30pm- signing with Duncan Fegredo (YAY!), Fabian Moon, Gabriel Ba, and Mike freaking Mignola.
3:00pm to 4:00pm- signing with Patton Oswalt (no shit) for “Serenity: Float Out”
4:00pm to 5:00pm- signing with the cast of “Let Me In”; Chloe Moertz, Kodi McPhee, Richard Jenkins, and more!
hope to see y’all there!
Last week I did my second ever book signing, and I finally got to meet Scott Allie… who is simply a man who makes all dreams come true… for me anyways. Scott’s made it so I can afford my Pop Tarts, and get to work at the best job there is. Along the way, I met some fine friends and fans, and they even let me talk to the media unsupervised! Was this a good idea? I’ll let you decide. Here’s some footage…
By the way… Dave Castleton helped me put a sweet time lapse on the “contacts” page, instead of some regular mamby pamby photo. Dig:
It was cool and surreal to do my first ever book signing with Chris Claremont (X-Men writer for an unprecedented 17 straight years so) and some other local Utah comic book artists…. and yes, there are at least four of us. Its like finding new survivors after a zombie apocalypse, really. Some 8-year old girls wanted me to draw them a picture of Tinkerbell with a chainsaw arm standing on top of a mountain of flayed human skulls, all while I was sitting next to the guy who actually draws Tinkerbell. And yes, I had to use his Tinkerbell drawings for reference. I’m douchebaggy like that.