My Schedule for San Diego

Folks have been asking me what my schedule is like for the San Diego Comic Con. It is as follows:

Thursday – 1 – 2 PM, Marvel Booth signing (#2429)

Friday – 10-11—Xbox 360 booth, Hall G #5225, signing
Friday – 11:15 – 12:15 PM, X-Men Panel, Room 6DE
Friday – 1-2 – F&W Booth, signing
Friday – 3-4 – Impact University Panel

Saturday 10 – 11 – IDW Angel Panel
Saturday – 1-2 – F&W Booth, signing
Saturday – 4-5 PM, Marvel Booth signing (Booth 2429)
Saturday – 5 – 5:50, Signing, Mysterious Galaxy, (Booth 1119,) signing (so if you see me sprinting across the dealers room Saturday at 5 PM, stay out of my way; I’m trying to get from one signing to the next)
Saturday 6-7:30 – Gays in Comics Panel

PAD

POTATO MOON, Part 70: “Origins and Revelations” by Robert Fuller

“The wot, milady?” asked the confused vole.

“Never mind!” snapped the Potato Goddess. “Which direction did they go?”

“Well… that is… I don’t rightly know.” The vole quavered as he shut his eyes, certain that something unpleasant was about to befall him, probably involving chives.

Fortunately, they were interrupted by a new, unfamiliar voice. The voice said this: “I can take you to them.”

The vole opened his eyes to behold a waspish figure dressed in a three-piece, pin-striped suit and a brown duster.

“And who are you?!” demanded the Potato Goddess.

“Dr. John Smith,” was the figure’s reply. “Weight loss consultant to the stars.”

“Please state the nature of your medical emergency”

From the opening sketch for this year’s “Mystery Trekkie Theater” at Shore Leave: “Mad scientist” T. Alan Chafin goes on a rant, and then perfectly mimes having the beginnings of a heart attack. With Mike Friedman, Bob Greenberger and me clustering around him, I shout, “We need a doctor!” and Mike bellows the classic line, “Is there a doctor in the house?!” Out steps con guest Bob Picardo and with impeccable timing delivers his classic line as the holographic doctor. Result: A standing ovation from a jazzed (and maybe a little relieved) packed house.


Photo by Dawn Swingle

This off the news wire…

“SAN DIEGO (July 17) – Jumbo flying squid — aggressive 5-foot-long sea monsters with razor-sharp beaks and toothy tentacles — have invaded the shallow waters off San Diego, spooking scuba divers and washing up dead on tourist-packed beaches.”

Am I the only one who thinks they’re coming to town for Comicon?

PAD

POTATO MOON, Part 69, “In Which the Author Neglects to Make Use of the Obvious Innuendo,” by Erin Kelly

NOTE FROM PAD:  For those of you who are wondering where you are on the queue, be aware that we have JUST gotten to the people who sent their “Count me in” emails on day 2 of the initial announcement.  That’s how many people volunteered on day 1.  (Even more, actually, since nearly a dozen people did not get in contributions for varying reasons.)  Fortunately the vast bulk of emails came in on day one, so we should be moving through the queue a little faster now.

The broken glass encrusted, sequin bedecked, beadazzled, and overall glittery Sparklepire leapt through the air, and teenage girls swooned like overcooked au gratin potatoes, leaving memories that became legend. Legend becomes myth and even myth was long forgotten in the 1.77245385 minutes it took for a new teenage fad to take its place. In the gravity defying minutes as Edwood flew through the air and the author grew tired of this literary allusion, a sputtering breeze blew some of the broken glass from Edwood’s tousled bronze curls into the eyes of a nearly forgotten character.