This lj thing is seriously addictive
Now I see why rainkatt spends so much time here...this is too much fun. I've already rearranged the format and uploaded icons and answered some of your kind welcoming emails. Thank you!
Feeling very accomplished for managing to process, package and ship all the orders that were waiting for me when we got back from the dread Comic-Con. A couple of very kind customers who had ordered priority shipping were gracious enough to wait until I got back from the show and most of the others just got a free upgrade to priority out of gratitude.
For those of you who haven't been initiated, San Diego Comic-Con International has been going on for over 30 years (I've lost count and they don't bother to advertise that anymore). It absorbs the entire Convention Center in San Diego and attracts over 100,000 people. In fact, on Saturday they had to close registration to please the fire marshal. What with the celebrities, the costumes, the baby strollers, the gigantic plastic bags given away at all the movie studio booths, it's not a hall you traverse lightly. One of the highlights was the larger-than-life Batman poised on a Gotham City gargoyle, both composed entirely of Lego bricks. After my first start, I realized that it was actually in the Lego booth, which I found strangely reassuring.
So instead of going to WriterCon and meeting all you lovely people and hanging out with rainkatt and getting to meet nwhepcat and ljs, I loaded up the minivan with about 45 banker boxes full of books and art and suitcases and the man of my dreams, henceforth known as MOMD. Given the headaches that afflicted MOMD and his crew, I was pretty lucky, only finding out two hours before opening that the table supporting three bookcases and five boxes of books was broken and tilting dangerously. Otherwise, business was steady, I got to see several of my favorite artists and a few writers and mostly without having to leave my aisle, which was about a quarter mile away from MOMD's big booth at the other end of the hall.
San Diego was unnaturally hot and humid but the air conditioning held out to such an extext that I was covered with good bumps most mornings. The bastinado effect of concrete floors for minimum 10 hours a day, five days in a row makes me feel deeply for factory workers. I don't know how they do it. i think Joss was there talking about the Wonder Woman movie, and I know Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess were there (because I got to talk to Charles) talking about the upcoming Stardust film, but I never get to go to any panels, so I don't have any good tidbits to share. Miss M, who helped me in the booth this year scored a Vamp!Puppet!Angel as a birthday present for a dear friend, and I grossed more in sales than I ever have, but I'm so glad to be home and collapsing. The miniature cat was panting on the stone hearth when I walked in the door, screaming at me to improve the conditions around here, so I guess she's glad we're home too.
Thank you all for your warm and gracious posts. I look forward to keeping up better with the excellent fic I've been reading over the last several years.
Feeling very accomplished for managing to process, package and ship all the orders that were waiting for me when we got back from the dread Comic-Con. A couple of very kind customers who had ordered priority shipping were gracious enough to wait until I got back from the show and most of the others just got a free upgrade to priority out of gratitude.
For those of you who haven't been initiated, San Diego Comic-Con International has been going on for over 30 years (I've lost count and they don't bother to advertise that anymore). It absorbs the entire Convention Center in San Diego and attracts over 100,000 people. In fact, on Saturday they had to close registration to please the fire marshal. What with the celebrities, the costumes, the baby strollers, the gigantic plastic bags given away at all the movie studio booths, it's not a hall you traverse lightly. One of the highlights was the larger-than-life Batman poised on a Gotham City gargoyle, both composed entirely of Lego bricks. After my first start, I realized that it was actually in the Lego booth, which I found strangely reassuring.
So instead of going to WriterCon and meeting all you lovely people and hanging out with rainkatt and getting to meet nwhepcat and ljs, I loaded up the minivan with about 45 banker boxes full of books and art and suitcases and the man of my dreams, henceforth known as MOMD. Given the headaches that afflicted MOMD and his crew, I was pretty lucky, only finding out two hours before opening that the table supporting three bookcases and five boxes of books was broken and tilting dangerously. Otherwise, business was steady, I got to see several of my favorite artists and a few writers and mostly without having to leave my aisle, which was about a quarter mile away from MOMD's big booth at the other end of the hall.
San Diego was unnaturally hot and humid but the air conditioning held out to such an extext that I was covered with good bumps most mornings. The bastinado effect of concrete floors for minimum 10 hours a day, five days in a row makes me feel deeply for factory workers. I don't know how they do it. i think Joss was there talking about the Wonder Woman movie, and I know Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess were there (because I got to talk to Charles) talking about the upcoming Stardust film, but I never get to go to any panels, so I don't have any good tidbits to share. Miss M, who helped me in the booth this year scored a Vamp!Puppet!Angel as a birthday present for a dear friend, and I grossed more in sales than I ever have, but I'm so glad to be home and collapsing. The miniature cat was panting on the stone hearth when I walked in the door, screaming at me to improve the conditions around here, so I guess she's glad we're home too.
Thank you all for your warm and gracious posts. I look forward to keeping up better with the excellent fic I've been reading over the last several years.