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Comic Con Cold

NYCC (New York Comic Con for those who aren’t fluent in Geek) was last weekend. I’ve had non-stop people staying here at my apartment for the past 3 weeks and I have one more coming this week. I love having guests. But NYCC is an intense weekend–and for those not prepared for it, it can be rough. Luckily, my brother and his good friend Adam knew full well what to expect and I think from their text messages that were ALL IN CAPITALS ALL WEEKEND LONG, that they had a great time.

That being said, we’ve all caught what I like to call the Comic Con Cold. It’s this nasty bug that Sean, me and all of our friends contract every year right after NYCC. So many people. So few of whom have showered. So many germs and mouth breathers and people touching and brushing against each other–it’s like a petri dish of germs in the Javits Center that weekend. And so–we’re all getting over our colds after a good two days of hacking up phlegm. FUN TIMES!

All in all, NYCC was fun. I’m beginning to get to know Sean’s fans and even remember names and faces (and colleagues) from years before (Hi Alex! Hi Dan! Hi George! Hi Trip! Hi Guy Who Toured with the Glenn Miller Band Whose Name I Can’t Remember!). And I have to admit, though I might be slightly biased, I think the people who like Sean’s work tend to be a pretty rad bunch. They’re the more edgy and thoughtful readers in my experience at least.

That being said, I’m gonna go slug down some Nyquil and get a good night’s sleep before my crazy weekend of photo shoots! Seriously, it’s a busy one.

Crowds.

Crowds.

I hate crowds. And I realize what an anomaly this is considering I live in one of the most crowded cities in the world…but seriously, it’s like people’s IQs drop 50 points when they’re in a situation with 100 or more people. Comic Con was the perfect example of this stupidity.

Don’t get me wrong…I had a blast at Comic Con. The costumes, the art, the panels…it’s all a ton of fun. But the most horrible part of every day was the walk from the front doors of the Javits Center to Sean’s booth in artist alley. The amount of people who think it’s a good idea to stop in the middle of the crowded walkways to stare up at God-knows-what (probably some life-size statue of the Joker or something) is astounding. And to the guys dressed as World of Warcraft characters who thought it would be fun to have a sword fight in the middle of the convention….here’s a tip: It wasn’t fun. Not for everyone else trying to walk around and especially not for me, trying to carry 2 cups of coffee and lunch back to Sean after 2 1/2 days straight of working. But I do have to give you props…your costumes looked pretty great.

So anyway, yeah…crowds. They suck. And in this picture? This wasn’t even on the busy day…this was Friday when it was mostly just other professionals in the business. Saturday and Sunday were painful.

Contrasts

Contrasts

This weekend was filled to the brim with stuff to do. The dogs unfortunately tend to suffer the most when we’re so busy.

Sean would leave for ComicCon as early as 8:30 or 9 every morning and I would head out at about 1 or 2pm. But we’d be gone until midnight, sometimes later.

So when I finally would get home, 10 hours later, you’d think they’d be ecstatic to have me home, right? Yeah, not so much. It was as though Luna was so angry that I had left her all day, that my punishment was to be ignored (after their walks and food, of course).

At first, her little plan was foiled…because after a long day of dealing with comic book crap, the last thing I wanted was a needy dog in my face constantly. But by the third night…I was starting to get worried. If I walked over to Luna, she’d get up and walk to the other end of the room. If I went to pet her, she turn her head away. At one Point, I moved her dog bed over beneath my feet near the couch so that she was facing me (and I could rub her belly with my foot) and she stood up and turned her body around so that her back was to me. I know my dog is seriously pissed when she won’t accept a tummy scratch.

And while normally Luna is a complete absent-minded ding dong, today she seemed much more like an old, cranky lady–a neurotic gazelle who listens to music written by men who wear mascara, reads Hemingway and prefers that you wash your hands before touching her. I could quite literally see this dog looking at my cheap Old Navy pj’s and lifting her nose in a gesture of snobbery regarding the fact that I wasn’t sporting Chanel sleepwear.

Red, on the other hand, was his typical, needy self. He’d crawl onto the couch with me, roll over to show me his belly, like SCRATCH IT, SCRATCH IT, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO, DO IT, DO IT, his tongue lolling happily out the side of his mouth, his tail beating rhythmically as it wags in anticipation of everything the night before him has to offer. Like maybe a leisurely evening of butt-licking. If he could speak English he’d ask for a Corona. Every moment with Red is filled with the noise of his body. He is a dog that wants to be with you all the time–NEEDS to be with you all the time. One who will look at you as you get up to walk into the other room like, “Are you going over there? Because I could go with you. No really. It’s no problem. Here, let me walk right next to your legs, and when you stop I’m going to stand right underneath you and stare at you until you give in and notice once again just how adorable I am.

And there is this constant buzzing hum of having Red in the house. What is that noise? That’s Red, existing. What about that one? That’s Red jumping down off the couch, although I know, it does sound a lot like someone just dropped a giant tree stump off of the balcony.

And then there’s Luna–who this weekend is silent and moody and all, “Dude…step away, we talked about the touching.”