I had a great time attending the 2013 Detroit Fanfare convention in Michigan this past weekend. I got to meet some heroes, both personal and fictional, as well as more than a few truly interesting sights and events.
Some thank you’s are in order:
Billy West, for his kind words and inspiration. It’s good to know that I’m not the only artist who was a terrible student in school.
John DiMaggio and Maurice Lamarche, for being awesome and taking time to indulge a fanboy in brief conversation. Maurice said that he was glad that the Brain and Animaniacs had such an impact on my generation, and John was surprised to hear that I was gushing more for his portrayal of the Joker in Under the Red Hood than his work on Futurama and Adventure Time.
Kevin Siembiedia and the rest of the Palladium crew! Not only were they warm and welcoming, but offered some great feedback on new works I’m developing for them. Kevin was kind enough to run a game of Palladium Fantasy that I was lucky enough to take part in, and I had a blast! Wayne Smith and Matthew Clements were both very good to meet as well, and I look forward to working with them in the future. Last but not least, Chuck Walton and I jived on pretty much everything from style to substance, and neither of us can wait to see what the other does next – particularly more works of ours that overlap!
Finally, Mr. Mort Castle. After enjoying his panel (along with The Walking Dead’s Jay Bonansigna) on writing horror, I was lucky enough to chat with him for a few minutes. Expect a future post detailing some of the pertinent notes from that panel, including some direct quotes from him and Jay!
I’ll be participating in the not-so-ancient ritual of Movember this year! Not only that, but I’ll actually be trying to raise money for the cause, so you can find my online profile for Movember Canada here.
I intend to post a couple of updates on this per week, so expect some shaven-going-stubbly photos in the next few days. I’ll be chronicling not only the resurgence of facial hair, but also what it feels like to go from beard to nothing at all and back again. Well, from nothing to 70’s porn star calling card, anyway.