San Diego Comic-Con 2004! Page 3 (Because it was too much sexy for TWO pages) Hanging Out Pictures Upon hearing the news that Derek had been nominated for some Eisner Awards (think Academy Awards but for comics) the Pants ladies came up with the brilliant idea of pitching panties at him on stage if he won. This plan was shared with many'a folk who all agreed on it's complete brilliance, so I went out and bought six frilly ridiculous thongs for the Special Night. Come time for the awards, everybody decides not to attend. So I thinks to myself, I thinks 'dude, I will not be the only person in a hoity-toity event to be throwing underwear onstage, FUCK THAT.' so I didn't go either. Turns out, he did win. So we saved the underwear for later. I don't remember who this guy is, but Rich and I competed to take the best picture of him and I totally won. Dylan, Spike, Spike's Hubby, Neil Babra and I ran off from the con to get food. Dude. The con is really fucking overwhelming. I'm so not kidding. Dude, and, like, Neil is way awesome. I'm a big ol' nerd fangirl of Neil's and so every opportunity I got I was all 'Hey! Wanna go walk around the con??? Wanna go get food??? Can I just STARE at you for a while????' He was pretty cool about it. Ditto Kazu Kibuishi, Kean Soo, and Neil crash in on our bed. You'll note they look mildly in pain. That is because they flopped down all exhausted-like looking so very, very tuckered out-- which, of course, we Pants kids interpreted to mean 'Please take a bunch of photos of us at once with your flashes on' and so we did. They're bright flashes. One of my favorite moments at the con was when I got to teach a handful of people how to fold origami stars. That was pretty cool. This picture is pretty cool, too. Anne, Anne's hand playing the part of Drew's Face, Dylan, Vera, Steve, Jen, Stephen, Clio and Bill. We had some good eatins that night, I tell you what. "...and then punched him in the face!!!!!!" Wow. Angsty enough? CHECK OUT THAT JEN BOOTY It's all, "Hello! My name is BOOTY" :D Dinner! There were two Official Dinners, but for the sake of me not working on this more than I have to, I've stuck both pictures in the same place. Waiting to go inside. Holy crap, there was somewhere between 80-90 guests. Vera and John. Tracy White on the left, Jenn Manley Lee on the right, and me MAD PIMPIN down the middle. Before I even got one sip I'd already spilled that motherfucker all over the table. Later on I would spill it down my chin. Stupid drink. Dude. Bill and me... there's something wrong with our brains. I said 'Jeff! Be pretty!!' which I guess in Oklahoma translates to 'Scratch your neck.' Ah, well. It was close enough. Scott McCloud and Kazu. Holy shit. Two of the sweetest men to ever take over the world. Vera's kinda a whore and for the last year has been telling me hoooooow aaaaaaawesome Steve is, so naturally I was hideously jealous of him before we ever met and had decided to dislike him on principal. But then. Oh man. He's even fucking cooler than Vera said he is. DAMN him. Let's end this with a photo of Bill woo-ing you, you lucky inter-net nerd, you. THANK YOU GOD IT'S OVER. (The report, I mean, not the con.) ((Well, I'm glad the con is over too, cause it's just so much all at once, but I'm still missing people pretty hard core)) PAGE 1 PAGE 2 PAGE 3 (((Wooooooooooooo)))