Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Emerald City Comicon

Got back from Emerald City the day before St. Patrick's Day.

What can I say?  A good show, as always; sold lots of books out of the booth I shared with five other artists at the Cartoonists Northwest booth. I like sharing a booth better; there's always somebody there to watch our stuff and it's a party all the time.

Managed to physically see Leonard Nimoy, so I can add more steps to the Kevin Bacon game Dan and I have so much fun playing. It doesn't get me any closer to Boston Legal (George Takai playing pingpong did that years ago), but it does get me one step closer to Gunsmoke (be sure not to have anything liquid in your mouth before you go to this link).

Now, the best part of traveling: trying out new restaurants with Roberta Gregory! 

Steelhead Diner: poutine and smothered greens (that's Roberta's happy mouth).
Poutine:  flat, blah dish.  Supposedly extra-tasty with special gravy, sausage and cheese curds. But -- that may be our fault for sprinkling the white chili vinegar on our olive oil and butter before dipping in the scrumptious bread the restaurant had bought at the Pike's Place Market.  Or pairing it with the yummy smothered greens with Italian bacon and sherry vinegar (deservedly in the foreground).  We did rescue it by slathering it full of torn pieces of Thai basil we'd bought in the market. The chef said that in season it was served with truffles; that's right, put something earthy on something flat.  Coffee:  so very good.  Black as evil, but not bitter or oily.  Not a drop of milk needed -- and it's bottomless.  Then again, I'm an artist, and if the coffee's good, we're happy with the place.  No, the portions are not dinky; we always split, so we can pretend we're at the Bite Of Seattle as we walk.

Such as Sweetie's, the candy store in the Pike's Place Market.   The owner is the proverbial kid in the candy store -- that's him grinning after he discovered he could get mango sour-powder in Seattle.  We simply HAD to get us some Kookabura licorice, some salted licorice, and licorice all-sorts.  Yes, dears, we are fond of licorice. 

Northlake Hawaiian Barbecue:  That's Roberta and her guy, Bruce Taylor, digging into home-style Hawaiian comfort food, pork lau-lau and pork adobo (and each other's plates).  Very clean, but very tasty.  I never thought I'd like poi or slices of fried spam in my ramen soup.  Even the plain rice and coconut pudding are delish; the latter bounces with flavor.  They bring you a tray of assorted teas -- I always let Pele choose -- and then run by every once in a while to replenish the hot water.  This may not mean much to you, but I'm terminally thirsty, especially after walking all over downtown Seattle with Roberta.  Where is this place?  At the bottom of Yesler and Boren.  It is a most unprepossessing heap -- an ex-gas-station -- with all its charms on the plate.  Large dining room and deck in the summer, and they cater.




Sunday, March 7, 2010

Emerald City Comicon Poster

Look out for my poster at Emerald City Comicon (booth 610).  

The original art used to build the poster will be there for sale (unless you grab it first; $449.95 -- and there's only one).


Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Emerald City Comicon Coupon

Going to be at the Emerald City Comicon?  Bring this coupon!  Download and print out.  See you at booth 610!  (The coupon opens up the right size if you click it)

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Sorry Loggers

Just some amateur musings from an on-the-job-trained stringer reporter.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Poor Clueless Pimples


"Oh, come on, my fellow authors/artists.  Haven't we all met the trembling fan-boy at the conventions who has a picture of our art or a photo of Betty Page in the alltogether and acts like he pooped it out of his own butt?  Or the quivering fan-girl who pretends to be us at trade shows -- or even goes into bookstores to sign our books?  Hey, we used to call them Trekies.  Give these poor, talentless, uncreative people a break.  They can't make it themselves.  Most of them never got near an art class because our schools don't provide them any more; they've been harnessed mind and soul to work on factory lines or punch out code.  The best they can do themselves is make bath bombs or Martha Stewart Halloween potpourris.  Poor things. have some sympathy; what else have they got?"

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Stinz Drinking Song

Dear Donna,
I never wrote a tune for that, although it wouldn’t be hard. Of course you can share it, illustrate it, anything you like—mentioning authorship and my author’s site would be lovely.
Fond best,
Rob

Can I share this with my customers and on my blog? It's great.
D

Wendy asked me to send this along-- I wrote it not long after seeing your ‘Seat for the Baron’ picture in the ooooold Centaurs’ Gatherum. It’s yours, although I’d love a plug for my book site

Rob

A Stallion's Drinking Song


The day's at an end,
Come with me, my friend,
The barley's been threshed
And we've time we can spend,
With beer, or with ale,
And the barmaid's full tail
Still has an attraction that has yet to fail!


CHORUS:


Lift glass, and one hoof,
See there? That's the proof!
I'm sober as stone, and that's clearly the truth!
One stein, at most two,
For me-what's for you?
Another full tankard?
Don't mind if I do!
I've plowed with a will,
I'll now drink my fill,
My mare won't object 'til they've tendered the bill!


CHORUS


Hey, there! Watch your rump!
I've spilled at that bump!
You'll buy me two others?
Colt! Two more here, jump!
I've met you just now,
Yet I'm sure, I vow,
We're long lost herd-brothers, I know it, somehow!


CHORUS


My friend, you're grown tall!
Or do I now sprawl
Hooves-up on the floor?
I fear that is the call!
It's to stall I must go,
My mare will soon know!
I'd best have three more, then, to cushion her blow!


CHORUS

Monday, January 4, 2010

What the hell is this thing?

As the result of a bad case of end-of-project anxiety ("Whadda I write about NOW??"), I'm poking at a -- novel? -- novelette? -- historical fantasy thingie? -- sci/fi? -- which is my usual way of starting something completely now.

Right now it's only some vague historical meanderings, with a gloomy kid (guess what I was like as a teen) wandering around in it. No, it is NOT Catcher In The Rye.

I'm actually going back and putting the action and dialogue in to spice up the liveliness (I can hack as good as the next guy). What I've got is just a skeleton, and an author with no clue. I don't even know what this thing is about, yet. Mystery? Teenage angst? Rage against the machine? It's talking to itself and I have no idea what it wants. I'm waiting for it to start talking to ME. The kid is probably just a place-holder until the real character shows up -- which is what Stinz did.

What later became the the centaur hero of one of my most -- dare I say? - beloved series was just some two-legged sidebar mayor in An Insupportable Light, a story about a young nobleman trying to take over a position in life he didn't really want. Stinz was standing on the sidelines smoking when he perked up and said, "Okay, I'm in charge of this plot line now."

My best work is nothing if not organic.