Last year I was asked if I wanted to do one of a series of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles animated shorts, and, long story short, this is it. I’ll maybe do a longer post going into more detail about the creation of this monstrosity.
This has already been posted all over the place, but I figured I’d be a completist and post it here for the four of you that still haunt this little place of mine!
The signs all point to one thing – A new dose of Fillerbunny in stores is nigh, this week as a matter of fact, tomorrow even! This is the book nobody’s been waiting for, but everyone should own! Love Fillerbunny? You need this book! Hate Fillerbunny and everything else my name is attached to? You need this book so you can fuel your insane rants to nobody who wants to listen!
In case you’ve been living under a rock and haven’t been watching all the trailers in theaters and reading all the informative flyers taped to bricks being thrown through your windows while you sleep, this book collects every issue of Fillerbunny ever made, including a brand new issue 4 that’s not even in stores yet! That’s right, this book collects THE FUTURE. Issue 4 is really sad, guys. Maybe you shouldn’t get this book.
Aw, I’m just kidding with you. You HAVE to buy this book. if you don’t, everything i’ve worked for will be for nothing and I’ll just hate myself for even trying. Why would you do that to me? Seriously, what’s up?
There’s quite a bit of new material in here, not even counting the whole new issue, so here’s just a list of the guests that did pages: Bryan Konietzko, Edmund McMillen, J.R. Goldberg, Tyler Hutchison, Frank and Becky, Pendleton Ward, Alex Pardee and Aaron Alexovich. One of them did a drawing that actually upsets me.
So yeah, go to your local comics purchasing establishment tomorrow, demand the book. I’d be pretty happy if you were all responsible for why they sell out of copies in a single day. No pressure, but if that doesn’t happen, I’m probably gonna just kill myself, man. I’ll do it. I won’t actually do it but I’ll talk about it all day.
Hello again, and welcome to this year’s edition of me talking about going to the San Diego Comicon again until I die!
I’ll make this a short one, so pay attention, yeah? Here’s the pertinent info for you.
WHERE:
The SLG Comics booth (#1815) at the San Diego Comicon in the giant disease dome the CDC built for their annual experiment in crippling contagion!
WHEN:
July 25-27. My signing times are generally 1-2:30PM and then again from 5:30-7:00PM for each day except Sunday where the second signing of that day starts at 4:00 and goes tip 5PM. Thursday is up in the air but if that changes I’ll let you know.
WHAT:
I’m signing copies of the new Fillerbunny trade paperback full of all sorts of new crap including a whole new issue of Fillerbunny! Fillerbunny 4 comes out in a collection before it even exists as an individual issue! Crazy, I know.
I’ll also have a bunch of prints for signing so that I can occasionally afford to escape and gnaw on a sandwich in an alley somewhere like Gollum only with sandwiches.
WHY:
I don’t know. Oh my god I don’t know. I’m going solo to this one because all my other friends are smart enough to avoid con now and oh god…oh my god…
WOO! SEE YOU THERE!
See that picture up there? That’s me right now, me sitting front of a room service hamburger I paid three hundred dollars for. I’m just wrecked from the whole ordeal of getting from my house to this hotel room, so I’m pretty much just hiding in here, looking out the window and seeing the people down below having fun and not hiding with hamburgers at all.
The drive would normally take 2 hours, 3 with some bad traffic, but because of the convention exacerbating general rush hour traffic, today’s drive took 56 hours and a few minutes.
As far as I’m concerned, the convention already peaked and hadn’t even gotten to it yet, the reason being I passed the motherfuckin’ WEINERMOBILE. That’s right. What’s left to be impressed by when something like that’s happened? Nothing, lemme tell you. I should just kill myself already.
The Fuckin Weiner Fuckin Mo-Fuckin-Bile.
Though I did go into the convention hall today, I really only ran in to drop off some prints for the SLG booth to display because if I drop below 50mph I explode. Had no signings today, so I did a cursory circuit around the convention floor to say hi to various friends and do flying kicks into the faces of various enemies.
The stunning view from the SLG booth.
Not everything was so bad, however. I was happy to see that SLG had some new shirts of mine, two versions of an old Johnny print I did some time ago. They turned out alright and you can hardly tell they’re printed on burlap at all.
A girl wearing all black, browsing the SLG booth noticed me taking this photo, but she didn’t know who I was. I asked her what she thought of the shirts, and the girl said she wasn’t too fond of them because they didn’t come in black. I thought of some witty, cutting remark to throw at her, something like “Yeah!” or “If you like black so much why don’t you marry my shoes because they’re black, am I right?”, but instead I just nodded and punched her in her stupid eyes.
So not too much to report for today. This con will probably be one of the quiter ones for me, so I’m not sure I’ll have anything too amazing to tell you at all, but there are still a few things I wanna check off my list, not the least of which is having sex with two pikachus at once. Well, until then!