Two Weeks of the Con-goer
I’m back from my treacherous journey around the nation setting up at one show after the next and paying more money for beer than anyone since Prohibition. I’m gratified to see that so many of you have been clawing at my door like the Living Dead hoping for a new strip. The bloody streaks on the window are like valentines to my ego.
Now that my travels to the depths of fandom are over, I can at last fulfill your desires. But a bit more patience please, as I am writing this blog from a pressurized tank meant to prevent the bends.
New strip on Friday! In the meantime, here’s a carnival of memories for you to enjoy from Chicago and Pittsburgh.
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I ran into this guy at C2E2. What’s that character’s name again? Black Vulcan? Black Lighning? Something to do with electricity as I recall. Black Voltage?
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This isn’t what it looks like. Lord Vader is just checking my teeth for tartar.
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Here’s my setup at the Pittsburgh Comicon. Who amongst you wouldn’t buy comics from a guy with such an awesome booth? Because you have a lot of company.
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Black Tesla? Black Kilowatt? It’s on the tip of my tongue…
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This picture may hurt Aquaman’s new job as pitchman for Red Lobster.
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Day One of the Pittsburgh Comicon, and I am going through a phase I call “con puberty”, where I begin to absorb the likeness of my products.
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By Day Two the transformation is nearly complete, and security is forced to drag me off to quarantine lest someone accidentally feed me after midnight.
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Don’t let these ectomorphs fool you: not all of that muscle is airbrushed!
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Now I remember! Black Static Shock! It’s funny though… he’s really wearing more blue than black.
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Putting the word “black” into a black superhero’s name is SO Bronze Age…
Heh. It’s just “Static Shock” from the Saturday morning cartoon of the same name. He’s from the DC Universe, though I don’t think he existed in comic books before the cartoon. I rather enjoyed the show and was sorry when it was canceled.
Quieteyes:
Actually, he did exist in a different comic company’s comics (Milestone, which eventually got bought by DC and incorporated into their universe). The comic had his origin be the result of a politicking mayor launching tear gas with a radioactive marker at a massive gang rumble (the “Big Bang”) so that the cops could trace anybody who escaped the fracas without dying or getting arrested.
In a freak accident, 90% of the people at the Bang died, while the rest gained powers or mutations.
I think they changed it to a generic chemical explosion in the cartoon though.
That said, when they introduced him to the DC universe, they actually made him able to resist the Anti-Life Equation. Which brings me to my captcha: destruction slacked.
You should go to ConnetiCon, Plenty ‘o sales to be had there, I’ll bet.
New England Webcomics Weekend would be an excellent opportunity for financial transactions of a retail nature, also. http://webcomicsweekend.com/
Tried to insult you at the Pgh.con, but you like daddy ‘ran off’, I really do enjoy the tile.
JY: “The bloody streaks on the window are like valentines to my ego.”
With all due respect, m’lord, FUCK YOU! 🙂
@Punx
Don’t you mean “brains….braaains…”?
Captcha hit BBC comedy series: Mr. Jobber