Cartoon and Illustration

Middle Georgia Comicon ’14 notes

So the weekend was spent in Macon, GA without Karin!  (That was the worst part of the weekend).Image

Above: Close-up of my table on Saturday–with the catchall question:  “Does your Dog like Waffles?”  Many people actually responded positively to this question when asked.  Only a few walked away with confused looks on their faces.

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Above:  My booth on Sunday when I decided to “invite people into my living room”.   This is the great thing about first year shows, they usually give artists waaayyy more space than we’re used to.  Note for future reference–get a huge display and take it with to every show, just in case.  As it was I was looking around for ways to increase my presence in the space given.  I considered calling a local talent agency for a couple of back up dancers–but the budget wouldn’t have handled that.

The second most irritating thing about the show–the drive through Georgia to get there.  Hello!  Georgia! (GoogleMaps, etc.) Every bit of traffic should not HAVE to go through Atlanta!  Make the alternate routes obvious and get people moving again.  It took me well over 5 hours to make the trip that was supposed to slightly less than four.

Non-irritating thing about the show!  The volunteers there were super-nice!!  I mean they were on the spot telling me how to hook up the wi-fi, asking if I needed water or snacks, picking up trash, helping me unload and load my car–I can’t say enough good stuff about that.  Also found out that the waiters and waitresses in Macon are much the same.  So, super friendly city–visit there if you can.

Third most irritating thing about the show–the hotel and arena were about a mile from everything else in town.  Seriously, the parking lot surrounding the building was acres in size and beyond that were a lot of empty buildings from when that area was an industrial center.  If someone put in a bagel/sandwich shop within walking distance from the hotel they’d make a fortune.  Heck, a rolling hot-dog stand would be enough.

Non-irritating thing about the show!  Got to meet Jason Virus from “The Walking Dead”.  We were next to one another all weekend and hit it off pretty well.  Jason plays a frequent zombie on TWD, as well as being a Macon Fire-Fighter and leader of Sugar Virus, a local metal band that’s been together for 20 years (good run for any band, anywhere).

Fourth most irritating thing about the show (but this one isn’t anyone’s fault), my temporary crown and leg stitches were bothering me a bit.

Non-irritating thing about the show!  The First Aid station (“Night Nurse” as they called it) was right up front and they had tylenol for me when I forgot and packed mine up on Sunday morning.

Fourth most irritating thing about the show–poor turn out.  Sad to say the show was not as well attended as it might have been.  We didn’t have hoards of people pushing by.  It was more like a Sunday stroll around the lake for most.

Non-irritating thing about the show!  Got to meet a lot of nice people who had time to talk for a while.

Fifth most irritating thing about the show–lost money.  I’m pretty sure that a lot of other people did okay.  Not great, but at least one other guest artist came by talking about how this was one of the rare times when he had money at the end of a show.  So kudos to those who DID make money.

Non-irritating thing about the show!  I think some of the people who didn’t buy at the show may be sending me money in the near future.  (Got a couple of emails and FB messages today already). 

So the world isn’t all that dark.

Oh, and I met The Flash…

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Been wanting to meet him for a long time.

 

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Fun with flesh removal (or “Ex-er-Cising”)

Warning:  This Blog contains a lot of stuff about surgery (no pictures though) and so if you’re squeamish at all you may want to skip it.

So I’m thinking that today I’m more or less worthless in the studio.  Maybe not, but I did spend the morning at a surgeon’s office getting an “excision”.  This is surgeon talk for cutting a hunk out of my leg.  It would be no big deal I’m sure if it was someone else’s leg–but this is my leg.  And I know I’m being a big, huge, baby.

But still, it’s been an interesting couple of days.

Yesterday it was a trip to my dentist to get a temporary crown after I broke a molar a couple of weeks ago (just before the funeral of the mother of a life-long friend).  I don’t have problems with dentists like many people do–my dentist is great!  Plus I can’t actually see what they’re doing, so no biggie.

However, when it comes to surgeons I’d rather not be involved.  Not that my surgeon is any less nice than my dentist–I just see the dentist more often (and hope to keep things that way).

Anyway, she (Dr. Johnson, the surgeon, is a lady) decided a week or so ago that this wound I got back in August was not healing properly and that she needed to excise it and sew it up.  Today was the day.

My wife, Karin, offered to go along and I’m glad that she did (in spite of the loss of pay when she had to cancel her morning classes).  I think I’ve got a fairly high pain threshold, but I’m more than a little squeamish when it comes to blood–particularly my own.  So it was good to have her there to hold my hand during the procedure.  (Another good doctor word, “procedure”, helps make it sound less intense).

The worst part (as promised by Dr. Johnson) truly was the needle they used to numb my leg.  Not used to needles in my calf, and the numbing agent had a kind of burning, stinging sensation.  Not unlike being stung by a hornet, except that then my leg got numb rather than throbbing.

Of course, the numbing hasn’t worn off completely yet either.  I came straight home and took some tylenol to head off the predicted “throbbing sensation” Dr. Johnson warned me about.

I didn’t look.  It’s that squeamish thing I mentioned.  I took my glasses off just in case I was tempted to look–at least then it would be fuzzy.  Then I put my hand across my face to remind me that I didn’t want to look–no matter what I felt.  It worked.  I didn’t look up until they were putting the gauze wrapping on my leg.  I don’t intend to look until tomorrow morning when I take the dressing off.

Karin, on the other hand, did look.  She’s had nurse’s training and has got to witness all sorts of stuff, operations, births, me whining when I get a boo-boo…

She gave me a run down on the trip home:  “Your skin is really thick!  It’s like where they’ve dug up the asphalt on that road repair!  The doctor sewed you up like a ripped pair of pants!  One set of sutures on the inside and then one on the outside!”  You know, reassuring stuff like that.

Reassuring in the sense that it reassures me that not looking was a great idea.

Now it’s done.  Assuming the biopsy comes back okay I hope never to have to go through anything like this again.  Lord willing, I won’t.

Still, I’m not at all in much shape to be doing any fine artwork today.  I tensed up considerably while laying on the table, so now almost all my muscles are sore.  There was also a considerable adrenal rush when they started poking things into me and having come down from it somewhat now I’m actually surprised I’m not shaking all over.

Again, thankfully, I’m not.  But I’m still a bit off my game.

So today is about self promotion, posing things, pondering my next moves–maybe I’ll get the pencil out after a while, but I’ll have to see.  Drawing does tend to take my mind off other things, so it may be an important thing to keep in mind.

 

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