WE’RE PRETTY stupid, when you get down to it. An object in motion tends to be inconsiderate, and we tend not to consider the possible consequences of our actions when we are moving as quickly as possible. So let’s consider!
It’s obvious that death notes tend to get a lot more eyeballs than love letters (see: the internet). The conversations about the future, or lack thereof, of MoCCA the festival and museum, which happened in the comments of our blog (and offstage) were many and got the attention of several of our heroes in this comics world. We were thrilled about this. We were not thrilled that the only person voicing MoCCA’s positives (which exist) was a volunteer. The volunteers are the best constant of all things MoCCA. And no one speaking in any official capacity from the museum had a word to say. Clearly, we’re doing something wrong.
As for stupid us, we also took a jab at one of the big boy pants comics publishing houses. We may not be smart, but we’re a bit oversensitive, very overprotective and certainly smartasses, so when our feelings are hurt over any kind of perceived slight, we break out a zinger or two. Our reward for a lousy assumption was a long and fascinatingly honest conversation with someone we didn’t think knew we existed. Of course, this makes us even less likely to consider our words when we are miffed. To the target of our snarkiness: thank you for treating us like grownups; it’s more than we deserve.
Apologies should also be extended to Sean T. Collins and Tom Neely (of Sparkplug and Tom Neely fame), who tried to warn us that bringing a comic like Wayward Girls over the border for a Toronto Comic Arts Festival debut was maybe not a good idea. Last year, Tom and Sparkplug were held at the border and had their books confiscated for six months. The year before, Ryan Matheson was arrested and jailed for carrying manga over the border. None of these people were transporting anything remotely as provocative as Wayward Girls, the content of which stretches the limits of plausible deniability. Still, M.K. Reed, our ridemate (poor woman) didn’t try to stop us, either.
We can’t say we didn’t know. We can say we didn’t care, at least until we met a very unfriendly border guard. A fellow mumbler, we kept asking her to repeat herself until we were certain we were going to jail. Finally, she sent us to pay our taxes. As we were leaving, we saw a troop of men carrying machine guns heading over to check out the car that showed up after us. Only after we were pulling away did we start freaking out. Why are we so stupid?
Haunted by our idiocy, we didn’t get much sleep. We did have a hell of a view from the large balcony of our guest suite in a building that houses both Annie Koyama and the Toronto International Film Festival. With all those goodies, there was still no soap, because weren’t clever enough to remember to pick any up. We spent the entire weekend shrouded in the subtle bouquet of Nivea Cashmere Moments hand soap.
In this state we arrived at TCAF to find our table, which took us a while because it was in the middle of nowhere and behind a pillar. Mike Dawson immediately christened it Pete Campbell’s Office. We did, however, get everything we asked for from TCAF. We were next to the Sundays table (again, always and forever, we will be sitting with Chuck Forsman and Melissa Mendes) so Joseph Lambert could two-time us. Sundays was next to Beth Hetland, who was next to John Chad, all by request.
As you might expect, being out of the way and behind a pole didn’t do wonders for business. We asked to be relocated, which the TCAF folks set to work on and they immediately produced and handed out flyers to tell people know where our small press area was. It worked. There were other convention impressarios taking notes on TCAF’s organizational skills. As well they should because TCAF is untouchable. No one flips their lid when the hall is too hot, or there’s a video glitch at the Doug Wright Awards because bringing a problem to the attention of the TCAF gang is the same as getting a solution.
We had so much fun at TCAF last year that we’d have come back even if we’d lost money (which we didn’t). This year, we sold of out of almost everything, praise be to Annie Koyama, because sneaking Wayward Girls over the border twice would be pushing even our dumb luck. Major congratulations are in order for Michiel Budel aka Slechte Meisjes for a sellout debut. Sean Ford, on his way to selling out of Only Skin, had the thought that the crowded aisles may have worked against us last year. Our books are all over the map and it takes a little space to look them over, fondle them a bit, buy them a drink and get them in the mood before taking them home. We even had room for guest star Brendan Leach, selling his new and excellent mini, Ironbound, at the Acres table after selling out of his Pterodactyl Hunters at the Top Shelf stand.
Once again, we sold the vast majority of our wares to women. Generally, there was the sense that we were selling comics to civilians, not Comics People, which is the benefit of both free admission and to the scale of TCAF. It’s big enough to take over the uber-worldly supermetropolis of Toronto. Shocking as it was, the pathologically shy Mike Dawson was the only one who didn’t like Pete Campbell’s Office because he felt like he was missing the party.
There is no missing the TCAF party. We made an excellent new pal of Derf Backderf, who was there to sell out of My Friend Dahmer. Nate Bulmer should expect our company on the regular. Josh Bayer was lurking at dinner time, which was a banquet every night. We got all blushy and toed the floor when Zak Sally came by to say hello. We saw our old pals, Alex Kim, L. Nichols (and lovely wife, Christina), Kevin Czap, Becca Lambert (yes, Joe is married), Robin Nishio, Laila Emir, Scoop MacDonald (no longer a TCAF virgin), Michael Deforge and still failed to so much as say hello to Tom Devlin for the second time in as many weeks.
Speaking of friends, our panel was really fun, especially for those of us on the panel, which were Annie Koyama, Pat Grant, Sarah Howell, Matthew Sheret, John Retallick and us. We learned a lot about comics in the UK and Australia (!) and how they’re developing the indie comics scenes over there. We’re fascinated by their community building efforts, which for the Aussies included renting a former communist youth camp and inviting the entire country’s comics population to hang out and just play, no show involved at all. TCAF brings you the world.
It’s hard not to fall in love with everyone over a weekend like that, and we’re too foolish to protect our hearts. The one thing TCAF is missing, organizationally, is a helpline to deal with the massive separation anxiety after it’s over. Love hurts. That’s not hyperbole, it’s the truth. It hurt a little less when we got home to find a ton of messages from folks wondering if we were in jail.
Also, that little drawing up there of a plane flying in a pink sky? That’s a sliver from a new comic by the artist formerly known as Ken Dahl. We’ll have more on that when come back here to talk about CAKE. Right now, it’s time for more tears of loneliness.
Leon and Barry
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@BARRR Swole is good!
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@leighwalton This is great.
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If you didn't make it to the New York Comics & Picture-Story Symposium last week, Andrea Tsurumi has all the gory details up on the Rumpus. It was standing room only at the Symposium on Monday night. Maybe it should have been dancing room only. Our man, Brendan Leach, brought the band with him, meaning the actual Newark Wanderers, performing songs inspired by (and appearing in) Brendan's (and our very own) Iron Bound graphic novel. It was a lot of fun. We even got to hear songs that didn't make it into the book or on to the album. Not to be totally outdone, Nick Sousanis talked about his thesis project, Unflattening, which is also a graphic novel on multi-modal learning. Nick can really draw, and the project is fascinating enough that it ought to get him his PhD from Columbia, no less. In any case, this was the most interdisciplinary, most multi of media Symposium night we've ever attended. Get caught up at the link below. And thanks, Andrea and the Rumpus (which could be a good band name, maybe)!
So excited to be going to the Short Run small press fest this coming Saturday in Seattle! I'll be tabling with friend and fellow Secret Acres artist Sean Ford!
PEOPLE OF THE HERE (meaning New York City, because that's where we're at): Tonight at the NY Comics & Picture-story Symposium, Brendan Leach's Iron Bound will be up for a semi-scholarly discussion. The Symposium is the brainchild (huh?) of comics deity Ben Katchor. Meeting every Monday night, a bunch of folks get together for two presentations by cartoonists, publishers, academics and the like. Each part of the double bill is up for a Q&A afterward, assuming folks can keep quiet through the actual talk part. Better than the average chalk and talk, the Iron Bound band, the Newark Wanderers, will be performing live! The other half for this meeting is Nick Sousanis, who's getting his PhD from Columbia and chatting about how "images have been typically relegated to aesthetics and spectacle." No, really. Anyway, get yourself down to Parson's Bark Room - and get on the Symposium mailing list. It's free, it's awesome, it's every Monday, and you will get an actual e-mail from Ben Katchor (mr. Picture-story himself) every week. That might be the best part. See you in a few!
Alrighty! In what is likely to be our very last Scuttlebutt blog post of this year of 2013, we give you our thoughts on the bouncing baby Comic Arts Brooklyn show. The short take: we loved it. Our new hometown comics show was a smooth ride. We dropped a ton of books and are forever grateful for the good people of Brooklyn and Gabe Fowler and his Desert Island crew for keeping the flame. Long live CAB! Just for fun, we decided to spill the beans on a whopping five new books coming from us in 2014. Some of them might sound familiar to you (because they shoulda been 2013 books) but we promise you've never seen the new ones before. Speaking of new ones, let's all give Corinne Mucha a warm welcome to Secret Acres. We've been in love with her comics for way too long now, so it feels overdue. We're totally excited to be putting out her new book, Get Over It, in 2014. Yes, Secret Acres won't be such a sausage party next year. If you want even more of the ladies, Mike Dawson's new book, Angie Bongiolatti oughtta be your kind of thing. Oh, yeah, and there's our first ever art book from that guy, Edie Fake. Not bad, huh? Plus, Casey's CAB party report and our thoughts on a certain Kickstarter (so stop asking us) are in here, too. Go on and click the link already.