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MoCCA, day 2
Jun. 27th, 2004 11:25 pmDay 2, the day of the much less sticky floor:
Got to chat with Jeff Smith (Bone is gonna be released as one honkin’ big paperback book, 1300 pages for a ludicrously low price, and he talked to a textbook manufacturer about the binding) and R Stevens and Batton Lash and a bunch more people. And I ran into Charles Sperling, who I hadn’t seen in years. In fact, I was unusually social and un-shy for me.
It seems like the first MoCCA was dominated by mini-comics people, and the second by people making actual indie comics. This year had a lot of web-comics people, like the Dumbrella folks, and, um, probably someone else but I’m stupid.
This year’s swag:
Books:
Floppies:
Minis (’cause it just wouldn’t be MoCCA if I didn’t come home with a bag full of minis!):
I finally left when my shoulders felt like they were gonna fall off from the weight of my bag. And then I discovered that while I was at the con, the Gay Pride Parade had severed Manhattan into two pieces, one of which contained me, and the other containing PATH stations. I worked my way towards the 9th St station, but couldn’t get there through the parade, so turned around and headed towards the Christopher St station (a walk that should have taken five minutes, but took around an hour), only to find that station closed and the cops telling us to go to 9th St! Fuck that, said I, and walked down to Ground Zero and the WTC station. Folks, don’t elect me mayor, ’cause I’d ban all parades in Manhattan.
Got to chat with Jeff Smith (Bone is gonna be released as one honkin’ big paperback book, 1300 pages for a ludicrously low price, and he talked to a textbook manufacturer about the binding) and R Stevens and Batton Lash and a bunch more people. And I ran into Charles Sperling, who I hadn’t seen in years. In fact, I was unusually social and un-shy for me.
It seems like the first MoCCA was dominated by mini-comics people, and the second by people making actual indie comics. This year had a lot of web-comics people, like the Dumbrella folks, and, um, probably someone else but I’m stupid.
This year’s swag:
Books:
- Blame the Sky by John Allison, the second Scary Go Round collection
- Table for One by Bosch Fawstin (I bet he didn’t have to fight anyone over that domain)
- Jax Epoch and the Quicken Forbidden: Borrowed Magic by Dave Roman and John Green, a collection of something I’ve been seeing in pamphlet form and meaning to pick up for years
- Diesel Sweeties: Pocket Sweeties Volume One
- If New York City was the World by John Kerschbaum, whose last name is German for cherry tree, and whose publishing company has a very disturbing logo
- The Waiting Sun by Justin Madson, a stand-alone story in his Happy Town world
Floppies:
- 66 Thousand Miles Per Hour #0 & 1 by Michael Cavallaro
- Matchsticks #1 & 2 by Dan Masucci and Francis Hogan (hm, their site is down)
- Gabagool! #4 by Mike Dawson and Chris Radtke
- The Adventures of Mia #1 & 2 by Enrico Casarosa
- Gongwanadon by Thomas Herpich
- Petey & Pussy by John Kerschbaum
Minis (’cause it just wouldn’t be MoCCA if I didn’t come home with a bag full of minis!):
- Satisfactory Comics #4 and A Treatise Upon the Jam by Isaac Cates and Mike Wenthe
- Feel the Burn by Ron LeBrasseur
- Take-Out, #1 vol 2 by Raina Telgemeier
- Karmikaze by $teve Pri¢e
- Moxie #1 by a bunch of people
- Young Geeks in Love #1 by Robert Bienvenu
- No In-Between by Marion Vitus
- An Axe Fell by Brian Musikoff
- Planet Peezo by Suzanne Baumann
I finally left when my shoulders felt like they were gonna fall off from the weight of my bag. And then I discovered that while I was at the con, the Gay Pride Parade had severed Manhattan into two pieces, one of which contained me, and the other containing PATH stations. I worked my way towards the 9th St station, but couldn’t get there through the parade, so turned around and headed towards the Christopher St station (a walk that should have taken five minutes, but took around an hour), only to find that station closed and the cops telling us to go to 9th St! Fuck that, said I, and walked down to Ground Zero and the WTC station. Folks, don’t elect me mayor, ’cause I’d ban all parades in Manhattan.
