Archive for May, 2012

This past weekend I attended Dallas Comic Con.  It was a success, and by success I mean I made more money than I spent.

I had several interesting events transpire while I was there.

I go to meet Randy Milholland of Something Positive and Joel Watson of Hijinks Ensue.  I have gotten piles of entertainment out of their comics, so I gave each of them a free copy of the game.  They both knew my artist David Reddick and were impressed with his work.

While I was there I tried to sell my original Star Wars movie poster.  It turns out, lots of people want to buy an original Star Wars movie poster.  Not many want to pay near what it’s worth however.

At one point I woman with family in tow approached my booth, and I began my sales pitch.  Due to the angle one of my booth banners blocked the view of me from most of the isle.  Once I stepped out to show her more about the game I hear “Skippy?”  It was a guy who lived in my dorm in college.

I had a Skippyslist fan come up to the booth.  So far every single Con I go to contains at least one person who has heard of Skippyslist.  And you’d better believe that I will find a way to milk that into a sale.

At one point as I was heading out to grab lunch when I overhead part of a sentence between two fans. “–a bunch of web comics, and he works for Garfield.”

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This weekend I get to try out my first convention since Redshirts has arrived.  And so off I go spend the weekend selling as many copies as I possibly can.  I’ve never actually worked at a con where I was selling directly to the public before, so this should be interesting, to say the least.

So if you are in the DFW area, be sure to check out Dallas Comic Con.  And buy several copies of the game.

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As I left the convenience store there was a woman behind me carrying a large pile of snacks and drinks.  Being the nice person that I am, I held the door for her.

She stopped partway through and gave me what I can only describe as “A look.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

“Um, what?” I replied, as a master of the retort, as my brain scrambled to figure out why this lady was suddenly angry with me.

“What are you doing?  I don’t need your sexist condensation!”

Ooooooh!  That’s why she’s mad.

“I don’t think holding a door is sexist.”

“Well it is! I don’t need a man to hold the door for me!”

“I’m not holding it because you’re a woman.  I’m holding it because your arms are full.”

“I DON’T NEED A MAN TO HOLD THE DOOR FOR ME!”

“Have it your way.”

I considered telling her to move, but I’m sure she didn’t need a man to tell her what happens when you stand in  a rapidly closing heavy glass door with no way to use your hands.

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