Just a very quick moment to jot down a few thoughts on SPX. (My “official” report will be in PWCW tomorrow.) In short, it remains the summer camp of comics, with a bunch of people who are there for love just hanging out, talking, drawing, drinking, smiling, and laughing.
First off, SPX is the only comics show that has HOT BUBBLING CRAB.
It has Adam Hines and DUNCAN THE WONDER DOG.
The ATM machine is out of money by 4 pm.
Michael Cho and his prints!
Mike Dawson, Jon Lewis and Gabrielle Bell.
Robert Ullman and Keith Knight
The Tiny Kitten Teeth Gang
Vanessa Davis who was absolutely the sweetheart of the show.
On the car ride back, all we could talk about was what a good time we had and how nice everyone was. Seriously. No Diamond/Marvel/DC politics and stress. No editors from New York with credit cards to compete for (that sounds bad, but it all worked out.) Just love of comics and creativity. I don’t care that my breakfast on Saturday was inedible and my dinner almost never came. Words and pictures were enough to fill your belly for one weekend.
SPX is the one show where you know where everyone is all the time. With no real options nearby and a roomy hotel complete with drink tickets and a 7/11 next door for cheap beer, everyone hangs out. It was a blast running from room party to room party post Ignatzes, talking Primus with Lisa Hanawalt and Chester Brown with Tom Devlin. People sang songs and told jokes, and fell asleep but did not have mustaches drawn on them — at least where we were standing.