Monday, March 29, 2004
Hello, dear reader.
It's been a long time. I shouldn't have left you. Without a dope rhyme to step to. Lotsa things have happened. Let's break 'er down.
Wizard World LA: Well, it was a fun few days down there in Long Beach for the first annual Wizard comic book convention. Although I don't care at all for the magazine, I certainly am all for having a major convention here at home and it seemed to be a big success, due in part to some Heroclix nonsense. (Type "heroclix" and "galactus" on eBay and you'll see what I mean.) Our Zowie! crew had a great time. Although the book didn't sell as well as we'd hoped for, I still thought it a successful weekend. Our losses were minimal and we still have a helluva great book to show for it.
Hellboy happenings: Dinner with Guillermo del Toro, Ron Perlman, and Mike Mignola and 30 or so of my closest stranger-nerd friends at the Buddha's Belly in LA. What a great time. What a dream come true. The following evening, saw the film itself at a press screening (what a fun flick!) then snacks with Guillermo as he spilled the beans for a couple hours on the making of the movie and a possible sequel. Magic. Fucking magic.
I spent this week working on stuff for Hip-O Records and planning a trip for Linds and me. I want this getaway to be truly special, our first time out of the city together. I cannot wait for these days to come.
Last Friday: Damien Rice, live at the Wiltern. The first time I heard Damien Rice's album, O, was the first night I slept at Lindsey's place. The cd played on loop all night in this cold space and I became a fan. Friday changed everything. I'm now a super-fan and unlike becoming an Elvis Costello fan, there isn't a 20-year backlog of music I can turn to for Rice. He's a fairly new artist with only a hand-full of songs available. I now turn to music fandom for help and, slow but sure, I'm finding the little gems that turn up when one is desperate enough for new music. (Lisa Hannigan's version of Nina Simone's Be My Husband, for example, with back-up percussion by Rice.) Anyhow...the show was brilliant and I couldn't have seen it, heard it, felt it with anybody else other than my Linds. She quivered and shook as her favorite songs hit her, hard. It was a great night.
Today: I became Godfather to my brand-new baby niece. You may kiss my invisible pinky ring when next you see me.
This Friday: The official release date of Hellboy is upon us. I'll be up mad early to drink coffee and head to the theater to see it again. Then that evening, I shall see it again with Linds. Is it possible for a superfan to be Hellboy'd out?
The following Friday: So long, LA. I'll be back in a few days.
It's been a long time. I shouldn't have left you. Without a dope rhyme to step to. Lotsa things have happened. Let's break 'er down.
Wizard World LA: Well, it was a fun few days down there in Long Beach for the first annual Wizard comic book convention. Although I don't care at all for the magazine, I certainly am all for having a major convention here at home and it seemed to be a big success, due in part to some Heroclix nonsense. (Type "heroclix" and "galactus" on eBay and you'll see what I mean.) Our Zowie! crew had a great time. Although the book didn't sell as well as we'd hoped for, I still thought it a successful weekend. Our losses were minimal and we still have a helluva great book to show for it.
Hellboy happenings: Dinner with Guillermo del Toro, Ron Perlman, and Mike Mignola and 30 or so of my closest stranger-nerd friends at the Buddha's Belly in LA. What a great time. What a dream come true. The following evening, saw the film itself at a press screening (what a fun flick!) then snacks with Guillermo as he spilled the beans for a couple hours on the making of the movie and a possible sequel. Magic. Fucking magic.
I spent this week working on stuff for Hip-O Records and planning a trip for Linds and me. I want this getaway to be truly special, our first time out of the city together. I cannot wait for these days to come.
Last Friday: Damien Rice, live at the Wiltern. The first time I heard Damien Rice's album, O, was the first night I slept at Lindsey's place. The cd played on loop all night in this cold space and I became a fan. Friday changed everything. I'm now a super-fan and unlike becoming an Elvis Costello fan, there isn't a 20-year backlog of music I can turn to for Rice. He's a fairly new artist with only a hand-full of songs available. I now turn to music fandom for help and, slow but sure, I'm finding the little gems that turn up when one is desperate enough for new music. (Lisa Hannigan's version of Nina Simone's Be My Husband, for example, with back-up percussion by Rice.) Anyhow...the show was brilliant and I couldn't have seen it, heard it, felt it with anybody else other than my Linds. She quivered and shook as her favorite songs hit her, hard. It was a great night.
Today: I became Godfather to my brand-new baby niece. You may kiss my invisible pinky ring when next you see me.
This Friday: The official release date of Hellboy is upon us. I'll be up mad early to drink coffee and head to the theater to see it again. Then that evening, I shall see it again with Linds. Is it possible for a superfan to be Hellboy'd out?
The following Friday: So long, LA. I'll be back in a few days.
