IF I had talked to Geoff Johns, I am confident I would have been successful. I know this because I looked darn hot all three days. Hot enough, in fact, to make the nerds come out in force to chat me up. Seriously. Everywhere I went, guys were trying to strike up a conversation. One guy took a picture with me. Another gave me his card. A third took a picture OF me. Well, to be fair, he had a press badge, but STILL!
There was Chris, Andrew, the guy on Friday who gave me his card which was actually his work card which didn't have his name on it and I can't remember if he told me his name, the guy who sat next to me when I was eating lunch and tried to start a conversation about Bruce Timm, the guy who sat diagonally from me at a different lunch and tried to catch my eye, and many more. Now, this could just be a case of there being a much higher ratio of men to women. But there WERE other women there. Why did none of THEM want to be my friend. Come on girls, where's your sense of female solidarity? I was there ALL ALONE.
Not that I actually minded these guys making conversation with me. I like talking about comic books, and I don't get to do it very often. At least not when the other person understands what I'm talking about. But with each of these guys there was that underlying feeling of pressure-to-take-the-next-step. They each got this look on their face while we spoke, this look of "is she really talking to me about comic books? What do I do? Dude, ask her out, ask her OUT!". Andrew wanted to know what panel I was going to next, as though he was planning on following me.
Here's the sad thing (are you ready? It's sad. Just warning you.): I can talk effortlessly with these guys that I'm not remotely interested in, but put Geoff Johns in front of me and I go all non-verbal.
I think I said something along the lines of "Grfblt". Good thing I was several feet away from him at the time, so I don't think he heard it. Of course, it's entirely possible that Geoff Johns is actually Superman, and therefore did hear it. (How else does he write every comic book in the world, and tv shows, and movies, and still finds time to come to conventions so fans can drool all over him? When does he sleep??!)
Gah. And here I was going to talk about something other than Geoff Johns.
Let's do that in the next post.
Also, look for more pictures, including a few with me in them!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
NYCC - A Love Story
He has a boyish charm, and a penchant for baseball caps with the Green Lantern logo on them. He is a weaver of stories, a master of the comic book realm. He is the writer of Green Lantern, Justice Society of America, Superman: Action Comics, Flash: Rebirth, and many more.
He is Geoff Johns.
Our love affair is one that shall stand the test of time. Or it would, if I had actually had the courage to speak to him.
Day 1 -
Julia finally has a break between panels to get a bite to eat. She finds the food court, grabs a salad and some coffee (she has two more panels to go, and is afraid she won't make it through them). As she searches for a seat, she passes a table where two men are sitting. Not an unusual occurrence at Comic Con, and at first she gives them only a cursory glance. A comic double-take follows, for she has just recognized Dan DiDio, the executive editor of DC comics.
Hint: He's not the one in the Green Lantern costume.
Several thoughts pass through her mind...What's he doing sitting out here with the rest of us shlubs? Who is he sitting with? Should I stop and say 'hello'? Too late, I'm already past him.
For while these thoughts were happening, her feet had continued to move. She swung around and grabbed a table where she could keep her eye on him. It was then that she saw with whom Dan was sitting: Geoff Johns.
A chorus of angels let out a note of pure joy, and a beam of light struck Geoff Johns, giving him an aura of glowing golden sparkly-ness.
Julia's breath caught in her throat.
My love, she thought longingly.
But it was not to be.
For Geoff Johns was deep in conversation, looking relaxed, beer in hand, glad for this moment of peace amidst the madness that is New York Comic Con.
Julia could not deprive him of that peace. Besides, what would she say?
"I love you," seemed a bit forward. She would have to work up to that.
To be continued...
(And I promise to talk about the other things I did, besides stalking Geoff Johns*)
*You really have to say his full name to get the full effect. Just saying "Geoff" sounds weird.
He is Geoff Johns.
Our love affair is one that shall stand the test of time. Or it would, if I had actually had the courage to speak to him.
Day 1 -
Julia finally has a break between panels to get a bite to eat. She finds the food court, grabs a salad and some coffee (she has two more panels to go, and is afraid she won't make it through them). As she searches for a seat, she passes a table where two men are sitting. Not an unusual occurrence at Comic Con, and at first she gives them only a cursory glance. A comic double-take follows, for she has just recognized Dan DiDio, the executive editor of DC comics.
Hint: He's not the one in the Green Lantern costume.
Several thoughts pass through her mind...What's he doing sitting out here with the rest of us shlubs? Who is he sitting with? Should I stop and say 'hello'? Too late, I'm already past him.
For while these thoughts were happening, her feet had continued to move. She swung around and grabbed a table where she could keep her eye on him. It was then that she saw with whom Dan was sitting: Geoff Johns.
A chorus of angels let out a note of pure joy, and a beam of light struck Geoff Johns, giving him an aura of glowing golden sparkly-ness.
Julia's breath caught in her throat.
My love, she thought longingly.
But it was not to be.
For Geoff Johns was deep in conversation, looking relaxed, beer in hand, glad for this moment of peace amidst the madness that is New York Comic Con.
Julia could not deprive him of that peace. Besides, what would she say?
"I love you," seemed a bit forward. She would have to work up to that.
To be continued...
(And I promise to talk about the other things I did, besides stalking Geoff Johns*)
*You really have to say his full name to get the full effect. Just saying "Geoff" sounds weird.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Videos
This post is for my youtube subscribers who want to see the videos that were taken down. To my regular readers, please excuse the interruption.
Take It Easy - Batman, Green Lantern, and Superman
Holding Out For the Justice League
Thanks, hope you like them.
ParkerPoyer
Take It Easy - Batman, Green Lantern, and Superman
Holding Out For the Justice League
Thanks, hope you like them.
ParkerPoyer
They Killed WHO?
I understand that there will be signings and things to buy (or, in my case, look at enviously) but I'm really going for the panels.
DC comics has a podcast which is mostly made up of recordings of their past panels. I have listened to them so often, I practically have them memorized. They just sound like so much FUN! There's lot's of joking, gentle ribbing, and the occasional slip where Dan DiDio reveals something that was supposed to be kept under wraps. Like the fact that Fringe is going to be a comic book as well as a freaky-looking television show. (I haven't watched it, anyone know what it's about?) Dan is the executive editor for DC, a real character, and a genuine New Yorker. He's sort of famous for blowing some big secrets, though, like the ending of 52.
You may be asking why, if they record these and put them up on the internet where I can listen anytime I like, I feel the need to be there in person.
For one thing, it's the energy and excitement of it all. It's the same reason that all those people stood out in the freezing cold to watch a ginormous screen during the inauguration. They didn't care if they could see Obama or not, they just wanted to be there, part of history.
This is a much more shallow and silly version of that feeling, but you get the idea.
(Can I just sidetrack for a moment to say that I still get a tingly feeling whenever I hear the name 'Obama'. Ooooooh! There it is again!)
For another thing (there's a rule that says there must be more than one thing), the panels are mostly about fans asking questions of the creators, and I have some questions.
My first question: DID YOU REALLY JUST KILL BATMAN?????!!!!!!!! OH NO YOU DI'INT! I WILL OWN YOU! I WILL KILL YOU DEAD!
Did I mention that they killed Bruce Wayne AKA Batman?
wtf
i have lost the will to live and capatalize
and punctuate
see what they ve done
they turned me into e e cummings
Do you know what's even worse than the fact that they killed Batman?
I missed it.
The comic where it occurred (Final Crisis #6) sold out the same day. Comics come out on Wednesdays, and I sometimes go then, but sometimes I wait. Tragically, I waited.
When I arrived on Friday that week to pick up my comics, my guy (I think his name is Tom, but don't hold me to that) informed me that I had missed it.
"It sold out?" I asked incredulously.
"Yep. Do you know what happened?"
"No. And DON'T tell me!"
"You're gonna see it somewhere. It's big."
"I don't care. I want to read it for myself." (Even as I said this, I had a sneaking suspicion that I knew exactly what had happened to make this book sell out within hours. The Batman RIP storyline had come to a close and on the last page it told me to read Final Crisis #6 for the final fate of Batman)
"You'll have to wait for the reprint." Tom (maybe) said with a shrug.
"That's ok."
"You sure you don't want to know?"
"Yes."
"OK, OK, I won't tell you. It was awesome, though."
I grumbled unitelligibly, then paid for the comics I was buying.
When I got home, I cautiously went online to see when I might expect the reprint. I managed to find out without being spoiled.
It was supposed to come out last week along with Final Crisis #7. But it didn't. If it had, I might have been spared.
But alas, this time when I went to find out why it hadn't shipped when it was supposed to, I saw the beginning of an article:
I'm sorry. I don't mean to curse at you, but DAMMIT!
I don't think it'll take, this whole death thing. Really. I don't think it's gonna stick. I mean, come on. It's BATMAN.
The next storyline is Battle for the Cowl, which, I gather is a story involving all former and current Robins and some other odd characters all vying to be the next Batman. Someone will probably take over for a while, maybe even a whole year, before the sales start ticking down and some executive will say, "Bring Bruce Wayne back."
"But sir," the assistant will say, "Grant Morrison killed him off in Final-"
"I don't care. Dig him up. Find some mystic hoodoo thingy, or have Robin wake up and find Bruce Wayne in the shower and realize it was all just a horrible dream."
"In the shower, sir?"
"DO IT!"
And then he'll be back, and all will be right with the world.
I hope.
See you next time,
Jules
DC comics has a podcast which is mostly made up of recordings of their past panels. I have listened to them so often, I practically have them memorized. They just sound like so much FUN! There's lot's of joking, gentle ribbing, and the occasional slip where Dan DiDio reveals something that was supposed to be kept under wraps. Like the fact that Fringe is going to be a comic book as well as a freaky-looking television show. (I haven't watched it, anyone know what it's about?) Dan is the executive editor for DC, a real character, and a genuine New Yorker. He's sort of famous for blowing some big secrets, though, like the ending of 52.
You may be asking why, if they record these and put them up on the internet where I can listen anytime I like, I feel the need to be there in person.
For one thing, it's the energy and excitement of it all. It's the same reason that all those people stood out in the freezing cold to watch a ginormous screen during the inauguration. They didn't care if they could see Obama or not, they just wanted to be there, part of history.
This is a much more shallow and silly version of that feeling, but you get the idea.
(Can I just sidetrack for a moment to say that I still get a tingly feeling whenever I hear the name 'Obama'. Ooooooh! There it is again!)
For another thing (there's a rule that says there must be more than one thing), the panels are mostly about fans asking questions of the creators, and I have some questions.
My first question: DID YOU REALLY JUST KILL BATMAN?????!!!!!!!! OH NO YOU DI'INT! I WILL OWN YOU! I WILL KILL YOU DEAD!
Did I mention that they killed Bruce Wayne AKA Batman?
wtf
i have lost the will to live and capatalize
and punctuate
see what they ve done
they turned me into e e cummings
Do you know what's even worse than the fact that they killed Batman?
I missed it.
The comic where it occurred (Final Crisis #6) sold out the same day. Comics come out on Wednesdays, and I sometimes go then, but sometimes I wait. Tragically, I waited.
When I arrived on Friday that week to pick up my comics, my guy (I think his name is Tom, but don't hold me to that) informed me that I had missed it.
"It sold out?" I asked incredulously.
"Yep. Do you know what happened?"
"No. And DON'T tell me!"
"You're gonna see it somewhere. It's big."
"I don't care. I want to read it for myself." (Even as I said this, I had a sneaking suspicion that I knew exactly what had happened to make this book sell out within hours. The Batman RIP storyline had come to a close and on the last page it told me to read Final Crisis #6 for the final fate of Batman)
"You'll have to wait for the reprint." Tom (maybe) said with a shrug.
"That's ok."
"You sure you don't want to know?"
"Yes."
"OK, OK, I won't tell you. It was awesome, though."
I grumbled unitelligibly, then paid for the comics I was buying.
When I got home, I cautiously went online to see when I might expect the reprint. I managed to find out without being spoiled.
It was supposed to come out last week along with Final Crisis #7. But it didn't. If it had, I might have been spared.
But alas, this time when I went to find out why it hadn't shipped when it was supposed to, I saw the beginning of an article:
IGN.com talks Batman with Mike Marts
January 28, 2009 — Batman's Death and the BATTLE FOR THE ... Full storyDAMMIT!
I'm sorry. I don't mean to curse at you, but DAMMIT!
I don't think it'll take, this whole death thing. Really. I don't think it's gonna stick. I mean, come on. It's BATMAN.
The next storyline is Battle for the Cowl, which, I gather is a story involving all former and current Robins and some other odd characters all vying to be the next Batman. Someone will probably take over for a while, maybe even a whole year, before the sales start ticking down and some executive will say, "Bring Bruce Wayne back."
"But sir," the assistant will say, "Grant Morrison killed him off in Final-"
"I don't care. Dig him up. Find some mystic hoodoo thingy, or have Robin wake up and find Bruce Wayne in the shower and realize it was all just a horrible dream."
"In the shower, sir?"
"DO IT!"
And then he'll be back, and all will be right with the world.
I hope.
See you next time,
Jules
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Audition Guilt
Ugh. I was hoping to get back into a regular rhythm with this blog thing, but then, of course, I procrastinated. Here's the thing: I'm going to the NY comic book convention this weekend. (I know, I know, my geekdom has reached a whole new level.) And, not only am I going (BY MYSELF!), but I am SO excited about it, I'm honestly not sure if I can wait until Friday. Seriously. I think I might combust. And here is why this translates into me not blogging: GUILT.
See, I have been feeling like a big loser lately. Heck, I AM a big loser. I headed into the new year with intentions of auditioning, and while I've made several steps in the right direction, I still haven't, and now January is over and I feel like I'm running out of time and my life is out of control and I'm driving through Dallas without a map and my car has broken down in the middle of a 4 lane highway and...you get the picture.
There are good explanations for my not having auditioned yet this year. For one thing, there is NOTHING to audition for, right now. You think I'm exaggerating. The next batch of auditions that have been posted are all for the second week of February. I don't know if the entire theatre community just decided to go on holiday, or what, but it is creeping my out. My roommate and fellow actor, Rachel, assures me that this is generally a slow time for auditions, but that they'll pick up soon, and then there will be tons.
And while this is all true, I still feel like there is something more I should be doing. I look through the posts on Backstage.com, and just feel more and more depressed. "African-American female", "Unfortunately we are not seeing any female performers at this audition", "Must be fluent in ASL", "Must play an instrument", etc. I didn't make these up. I was just looking at the auditions before I started writing this, so this is honestly what people are looking for. That being said, I did find an audition I want to attend in March, and I submitted my headshot and resume to two others which were "by appointment only". Hopefully, they will get back to me.
(Relieved sigh) Well! That wasn't so bad. See, my audition-guilt has been stopping me from blogging because I wanted to blog about other things, but felt like there was this huge cloud hanging over me, obscuring the keyboard and preventing me from typing freely. But now it's out of the way (though it's still hanging on my back, but, so long as it hangs quietly with a minimum of poking, I can tolerate it) I can talk about what I really want to talk about.
I'M GOING TO NY COMIC CON!
It's the 6, 7, and 8. I asked nicely for the time off from work, and, lucky for me, Annette just got back from Germany and is feeling guilty for being away and making Deirdre and I work more (not that we're complaining, Annette is just so nice she can't help but feel guilty), so they said "yes" without hesitation.
To be continued...
See, I have been feeling like a big loser lately. Heck, I AM a big loser. I headed into the new year with intentions of auditioning, and while I've made several steps in the right direction, I still haven't, and now January is over and I feel like I'm running out of time and my life is out of control and I'm driving through Dallas without a map and my car has broken down in the middle of a 4 lane highway and...you get the picture.
There are good explanations for my not having auditioned yet this year. For one thing, there is NOTHING to audition for, right now. You think I'm exaggerating. The next batch of auditions that have been posted are all for the second week of February. I don't know if the entire theatre community just decided to go on holiday, or what, but it is creeping my out. My roommate and fellow actor, Rachel, assures me that this is generally a slow time for auditions, but that they'll pick up soon, and then there will be tons.
And while this is all true, I still feel like there is something more I should be doing. I look through the posts on Backstage.com, and just feel more and more depressed. "African-American female", "Unfortunately we are not seeing any female performers at this audition", "Must be fluent in ASL", "Must play an instrument", etc. I didn't make these up. I was just looking at the auditions before I started writing this, so this is honestly what people are looking for. That being said, I did find an audition I want to attend in March, and I submitted my headshot and resume to two others which were "by appointment only". Hopefully, they will get back to me.
(Relieved sigh) Well! That wasn't so bad. See, my audition-guilt has been stopping me from blogging because I wanted to blog about other things, but felt like there was this huge cloud hanging over me, obscuring the keyboard and preventing me from typing freely. But now it's out of the way (though it's still hanging on my back, but, so long as it hangs quietly with a minimum of poking, I can tolerate it) I can talk about what I really want to talk about.
I'M GOING TO NY COMIC CON!
It's the 6, 7, and 8. I asked nicely for the time off from work, and, lucky for me, Annette just got back from Germany and is feeling guilty for being away and making Deirdre and I work more (not that we're complaining, Annette is just so nice she can't help but feel guilty), so they said "yes" without hesitation.
To be continued...
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