Saturday, August 3: Day Three
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No, really. They're the same pants.
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The crowds swelled (and I do mean swelled) to a truly impressive size on Saturday, threatening to burst the seams of the gauzy raiment that is the San Diego Convention Center. This was the day that the Fire Marshal threatened to shut the whole convention down. He also showed some interest in the aisle-blocking properties of Jhonen's line.
Saturday was also the day that Jhonen and I failed to check each other's attire plans and ended up wearing the same pants. Oh, dear! You can't really tell from the picture, but, yes, those are the same pants. Except that on Jhonen's pants the zippers on the legs are on the inside, while they're on the outside on mine. Strange, considering they're the same brand and everything. But this difference makes my pants unquestionably superior to his.
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Deb and the hellish line.
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I wrote a story for FSc on Saturday, too. Something to do with curtains and shadow-beings. No, you can't read it.
I finally remembered to take some pictures on Saturday in between working very hard. Very hard indeed. I have no visual documentation of my hard work, but I do have a picture of SLG Retailer Liaison Deb Moskyok working the never-ending line at the store cash register.
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John Gebbia
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Chris Jordan
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And, of course, here are indelible images of some SLG creators: John Gebbia (artist - GloomCookie, A Lot of Love) Chris Jordan (Babyhead), Woodrow Phoenix (artist - Sugar Buzz!, Where's It At, Sugar Kat?), Chris Reilly (The Comical Tragedy of Punch and Judy), and Ian Smith (writer – Oddjob). They're a cute bunch.
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Woodrow Phoenix
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Chris Reilly
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Ian Smitth
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Scott Saavedra
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On Saturday night, the SLG crew, along with Scott Saavedra (pictured on the right) and Andi Watson had dinner and drinks at the Irish pub The Field. Later, David Hahn and Ken Knudtsen joined us. I ate something yummy called a vegetable boxty and drank hard apple cider because I don't like beer. I instigated a short round of spoken-word poetry, laughed a bit too hard at something, and then left shortly after Dan, Haskett, and Joe did. Outside, Brian and I came across these three men huddled around a street sign. Joe was yelling incomprehensibly. He doesn't remember any of that.
From what I understand, Bob got kicked out of The Field because he hung around too long after closing. But by that time, I was tucked tidily into bed and asleep, as all decent people should have been. |
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