Comic-Con 1992, Part 1

digresssmlOriginally published September 11, 1992, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #982

In past years I’ve run a journal of my activities at the San Diego Comic Con.

But since I already did a journal-type column this year for my trip to Glasgow–and because I’m starting to wonder if anyone really gives a dámņ about every single step I take when I’m out in California–I figure that this go-around I’ll simply discuss incidents and highlights, and not necessarily in any particular order. Just to keep things hopping.

Barf Bag Hand Puppets, Part 1

digresssmlOriginally published August 7, 1992, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #977

And now, a column that has no particular value to it whatsoever, except perhaps to indicate that I have entirely too much time on my hands (which, considering my present workload, is laughable).

Many people go around with sketch books and collect sketches from artists.

Not me. That’s too simple. That’s too mundane.

I collect barf bag hand puppets.

Breaking into Comics

digresssmlOriginally published July 31, 1992, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #976

The most common question I get at conventions, the most frequent type of letter written to me at Marvel or c/o this column, features a variation on the following.  (The exact wording is taken from the letter of one young man in Mansfield, Ohio. I’m not running his name because the letter wasn’t to the column, and I don’t want to violate confidentiality.  But it was one of the better written letters I’ve received on the subject.)  And it says: