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SPECIAL #1

14 September 2005

Good day to you all. Last weekend was the Abunai convention and I'd like to talk about it a bit more. Before I do that: the picture above, the first of four specials, is an advertisement I composed for one of the books I sold this weekend. In it, I emphasized the part of August we always knew was there: a foaming pirate captain, searching for loot, treasure, booty, gold, swag, you get the point. I thought it was nice to do something without obvious science-fiction overtones.

On to Abunai: it was, again, a very nice weekend. I believe there's another rant dating back exactly a year telling about the previous edition, so it may be nice to compare them. One of the things that set this year apart was that I wasn't selling my books on the Goldfish Factory stand (the big Dutch artist-circle drawing comics inspired by the manga-style), but on the Catnip stand. Catnip being a few of my friends that wanted to make some books of their own -and I was happy to help out.

There were some heavy delays and setbacks while making the books, mainly because it wasn't only me that got kicked out of my house this holiday; also my comrade, the very one who would physically compose the books, got extirpated heavy-handedly. Anyone who has ever moved knows the extreme effort involved and the toll it takes from your daily routine. No small fry then.

These delays caused our books to arrive after the dealerroom had already opened on friday evening. Now it was already a kamikaze stunt to try to handle a bustling dealerroom on the first day after you've had a long, exhausting trip to the convention centre, but the added pressure of running the stand without the actual books to sell and worries about it all ensured that when they finally came, I began to break down and had to take a walk.

The next day the dealerroom posed no problem, and with the books present all was well. I'm pleased to say that we had quite some success. We sold a good third of our stock on the whole weekend, which is very good for a beginning circle -hell, even a settled one. So I'd say mission accomplished. We're also going to sell the books on the Catnip website, which will see the light of day in a couple of days or maybe a week or so. Worth a look if you're interested in my scribblings.

Back to the convention itself: it was, again, a safe mix of cool people, people I know, people I don't know that are still cool, and people that are not cool and I'm happy not to know. In this last category there were, unfortunately, also a few otaku-nazi's present. You know the kind. Let me tell you about it. As on most conventions of these kind, there's usually a cosplay-competition, where a lot of folk dress up in costumes of their favourite show and perform a small act. Very cool, or embarrassing, or both. There was also a group from some anime called Bleach. Now I have nothing against this show, but after their act there was this one guy who found it necessary to boo-hiss the people in the audience that hadn't seen the series. From the top of his prepubescent voice he shrieked that it was the awesomest series ever and that those that hadn't seen it should be ashamed. What a fucking nazi. I'm sorry for Bleach, actually, because now I'll never be able to see it without associating it with that loser kid. The joke is of course that it's just the fad of the year. Odds are next year he'll be running around with a new 'best ever' series. I don't know whether to burst in laughter or tears.

Next rant: more Abunai tales! See what I'll whine about next!

Roderick.