So last weekend was 24 Hour Comics Day. All over the world, people challenged themselves to draw a 24 page comic in 24 hours.
In Boston, a bunch of comics-loving people got together at Hub Comics, where we scribbled comics, ate chocolate, drank tea, watched sci-fi movies, argued about Spider-Man, Harry Potter, Nutri-grain bars and other topics, and generally had a merry time.
Around 3 AM, we were starting to mellow out, and quietly work on comics.
Then someone knocked on the door.
It was the police.
To make a long story short, they told us to leave the store. The store had people in it at 3 AM, but no such hours were publicly posted on the outside of the store. So we had to leave the premise. A store associate (not owner, corrected) of Hub Comics, who answered the door, explained that he had called city officials the day before to make sure he was set for hosting the event. The police told the owner that he and everyone had to leave.
"Out-of-control troublemaking punks" does not really describe the atmosphere of a 24 hour comic-making marathon. Our dangerous, edgy activities included to drinking Mountain Dew, trading bad jokes, and drawing comics. (As you can tell, I'm still not sure what the fuzz busted us at 3 AM for.) But either way, we reluctantly began packing up. Actually, first we started taking one last group photo. Then the police knocked again, to tell us we seriously needed to get out. So we abandoned the group photo and quickly packed up. We left the store under the watchful eye of the police.
So there we were at 3 AM, huddled on the street corner and trying to keep warm. (Being Boston, the temperature had unexpectedly dropped 15 degrees in the last hour.) Some people had rode the T from MassArt or Allston, and -- since the T stops running by 3 AM -- they had no means of getting home.
However! Luckily, one Mr. Little from the group lived nearby, and graciously invited everyone to crash at his house. So a few people parted ways with the event, and the rest (8 or so?) got ourselves to the house and spend the rest of the event watching animations, eating apples and drawing comics.
All in all, though, I had a fun time! And despite the unexpected 3 AM relocation due to police, I'm happy to say I got 24 pages of comics drawn.
Here are a slew of photos, chronicling the event. (No photos of the police, sorry.)
(Around 9 pm, I finished penciling 24 pages.)
At 3AM, we relocate.
I continue to ink my comic....
(Below: Spot the differences!)
11 Am Sunday. After staying awake for the whole event, some people suddenly crash.
I continue to work on my comic.
Some of the survivors of 24 Hour Comic Day, 2008!
Below -- cover and first page of the comic I drew.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Apple picking in New England!
Above: the author of this blog, trying to sneakily snitch an apple from the pile. Unbeknownst to her, the person behind her has just put an apple on her head.
~ Update! My aunt Kate has posted a blog entry about the apples too! (Click to read). ~
And now, for something completely different.
So I previously mentioned making graphics of horseshoe crabs and amoebocytes. And now I can officially say that it's for the Journal of Visualized Experiments. JoVE is sort of a scientific YouTube (with an editorial board and peer review) -- videos for scientists trying to do lab experiments. Or for anyone who wants to know how to window a chicken egg, or in this case, how to properly bleed a horseshoe crab.
Click here to see the JoVE video where my graphics are used: "Blood collection from the American Horseshoe Crab, Limulus polyphemus"
And finally --
Next Saturday (Oct 18) is 24 hour comic day! Draw 24 pages of comics in 24 hours! Local art museums and comic stores across the world have registered as hosts; one can also try the event solo.
Anyway, I will be at Hub Comics at Union Square around 11 am or noon or whenever it starts. Come by and draw comics or share the madness.
And I leave you with this photo, from the farm we visited:
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Small Press Expo 2008!
Below: set-up time early Saturday morning, and a later shot.
On the first day, I saw no less than three people wearing Tintin t-shirts!
I was pretty excited. Then someone pointed out to me that a Tintin movie was in the works, which would account for the shirts. That made it less coincidental, but it was still cool.
Dirk and I carpool'ed to SPX. Here, Dirk risks all to unveil the "Pope? Yes!" conspiracy.
Below -- Alex and Jaime staffing the BCR table!
Anyway, SPX was a lot of fun. I traded for a bunch of mini's, including "10 Things To Do With a Fake Moustache".
On other news, last night my housemates played presidential-candidate bingo during the debate. Sam won within the first 9 minutes.