For reasons that pass beyond my understanding, the Alternative Press Expo was scheduled for the weekend of Halloween. It rained without mercy and everyone had a hangover, which sucked a great deal of the charm out of the event. The vendors were particularly desperate this year, and it was difficult to approach a table without being subjected to a hard sell -- let me tell you about my comic; it's about these elves.... I saw many trade paperbacks that I had not yet collected and which I did not buy because I have little enough free space on my bookshelves as it is without Garth Ennis' run on Hellblazer. I saw art books by the fantastically creepy Ray Caesar. I made sad eyes at watercolors by Attaboy and prints by Stitchmind and that one woman whose name I can never recall who makes cute little harpies and medusas and mermaids with webbed fingers and pointy teeth. I very nearly bought a bat necklace from Tammy Stellanova, but I was distracted by the need for lunch. I purchased tee-shirts, because I need tee-shirts to wear to the gym which do not feature the name of my Mysterious Employer. I did not commission even a single sketch for Project Squid Girl, because my walls are already covered in squid and I don't think that I could put up another one without taking something down.
Halloween lived up to my expectations and APE did not. I have new tee-shirts, but no new art on my walls. It is raining, but I am inside and warm. The world is in a comfortable sort of balance and all is right within it. Om.