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Shaking The Hand Of Batman's God At NYCC

Published Thu, 11 Oct 2012 06:51:00 -0500

Michael McDermott writes for Bleeding Cool;

Received the phone call yesterday morning: I would be traveling to NYCC on Wednesday to help my buddy Chris Blewitt from Conquest Comics set up booth 976. Ironically, despite my subject heading, he'll only be selling figures and busts. Thus I was only there hauling figures and busts. Leaving New Jersey, I drove terribly aggressively, ignored what any mortal suburban would deem to be anything near resembling a "traffic law" and successfully arrived around 4:30.

Chatted it up with the very cool gentlemen on the loading docks. We gabbed about how big the convention has gotten and WILL get next year before they informed me that a lot of our dear nerdly collectibles were worth Big Money! Who knew? Everyone I encountered on the Javits Center Staff were too cool for school and ridiculously helpful. This comic thing brings a good buzz, it does.

The Floor revealed the architectural guts of a concrete-padded micro-city under construction… I did happen by the Image Booth, which was spectacular and had me aching for Friday already. Frank Quitely's Batman and Robin told me where the DC Booth was right away. Passed the Valiant guys (who were just getting started setting up) and the 215 Ink table (personal destinations… no one was home at the latter, though) too.

"Bleeding Cool, right?" I ask. YES! And I meet Patrick Willems in the lobby ever so briefly. Very pleasant fellow and it has me jazzed to meet all my fellow Bleeders infiltrating this weekend's communal comics village.

tried to make Artist's Alley to meet my guys Jeff McComsey and Steve Becker at the FUBAR Booth, ahem… M6, where I'll be signing copies of FUBAR: Empire of the Rising Dead and FUBAR Summer Special on and off this Saturday … but alas, too much dorightnowwork. Saw 215 Ink's table

On my way out the front door around 8:30-ish I spot Neal %*&$#@! Adams walking a few meters ahead of me. I drop a hearty "Mr. Adams!". He's heading for a cab and since I want to be the prick responsible for holding him up just as much as he wants to be held up, I keep it short and sweet. I introduce myself, I drop him a Samurai bow, he shoots me a genuine smile and…

I shake Batman's God Hand.

Enjoy it while it lasts!

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