On the way there I was thinking "what the hell am I going to do at a comic book conference for 5 days?!" How could I know the answer would be "have the fricking funnest time ever!"?

We flew there with Mr. Steve Purcell

We had a great booth, off in the quiet section. I can't believe anyone noticed us. I'm so amazed that in that whole huge place people would single us out and want to buy our story. Some even came back to tell us how much they liked the story after they'd read it. Others waited until the last day, when they had seen all that Comicon had to offer, and still came back to buy an Unmentionables. I feel so privileged and thankful. gush. Having sweet booth babes totally helped.

Against Dan and Steve's recommendations I brought thongs to sell. (don't tell Dan I put this picture up, he'll be mad.)

They went like hotcakes!!! Though some came back the next day, in said thong, complaining that it liked to ride up. Had they read the website they would have known that she likes to burrow. Do your research people.

He totally wanted a thong but I was out. There's something about thongs and evil, they just go together.

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Behold our merchandise, all of which happens to be available here!

After the con we'd hang at Steve's pool bar,

and go swimmin'. They forgot their swimmies so they stayed in the shallow end.

Once I sold out of all the thongs I was hit with anxiety. What was I going to give the people that they really needed? (no way were they getting my hamster.)

I realized they, the people, needed Art-Depends, so I convinced Dan to draw faces on adult diapers and we offered them free with purchase of comic book (optional). Dan and Steve were completely against it but once again my marketing genius prevailed and they were a hit! I know, I even scare myself sometimes.

Behold two happy Art-Depends owners, okay one happy one and one sort of ashamed yet too proud to hide his acquisition one.

Turns out Steve can totally draw:

so well that I had him give me a foot tattoo. I had to have surgery when I got back and I wanted a good luck charm. Unfortunately Max looks a bit like he's crying which, as Steve pointed out, could have been seen as a bad omen.

But the surgery went well

and I can't wait to put out part two of Unmentionables and go back to Comicon. I can't say enough about a place where every third person is armed and yet you know no fight will ever break out.

Hooray Comicon, I am a convert! Thank you so much!

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