During the height of the finance boom, I was able to get paid $375 per hour â€” and a minimum of three hours â€” by investment groups that wanted my advice about pharmaceutical facility acquisitions. I knew then that banks were going to implode. After all, people responsible for hundreds of millions â€” if not billions â€” in investments concluded I was an expert worth paying for advice? And that my advice was worth taking? The center could not hold.
I’m glad that I lead a relatively inextravagant lifestyle, because I managed to spend around $300 in little more than an hour at the Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art Festival today. Sadly, I actually budgeted that amount before heading into NYC for the event.
The damage, in chronological order:
1. Lincoln Tunnel toll: $8
2. One-day admission: $12
3. Jaime Hernandez illustration of Maggie Chascarillo (the 7th Jaime illustration I now own): $100
4. Fantagraphics Books table: $90 (with tax)
5. Picturebox table: $25
6. Top Shelf table: $6
7. Drawn & Quarterly table: $50 (with in-show discount)
8. Barbecue turkey burger at Pete’s Tavern: $11 w/tip
9. Parking: $13 w/tip
Grand Total: $315 in a little more than an hour.
So, um, if you know any investment groups that need advice on facility acquisitions, send ’em my way!
Because you’re all clamoring for it, here’s the Jaime drawing I bought.
You can view all 7 of my Jaime illos over here.
And a couple of pix from MoCCA are over here.
What I’m reading: This note about the 400th anniversary of the death of Rabbi Loew inspired me to re-read Introducing Kafka (mainly for R. Crumb’s drawings & strips). I also read Locas II, a huge collection of Jaime Hernandez’s comics. Occasionally I forget how wonderful it is to live in an era when artists like Xaime are doing such fantastic work (and making great illustrations).
What I’m listening to: A great B.S. Report podcast with Patton Oswalt, and an okay one with Bill Hader.
What I’m watching: The Basketball Hall of Fame class of 2009 induction ceremony, in which I learned that John Stockton can be kinda funny, Vivian Stringer had a tough life, Jerry Sloan has enormous hands, and Michael Jordan cannot handle retirement. Also watched a ton of NFL, and the Vandy-LSU game.
What I’m drinking: Cascade Mountain & Q Tonic.
What Rufus is up to: Meeting a ton of greyhounds at the annual grey-picnic in Bridgewater, NJ on Sunday. Pictures to come. (Here’s one from my wife!)
Where I’m going: No plans! Got any ideas?
What I’m happy about: Writing those Gary Panter & Gillian Welch posts last week.
What I’m sad about: Norman Borlaug’s death. He did have a full life, reaching 95 years and saving countless lives, but still.
What I’m worried about: Not my conference next week. At least, not as much as past years. We’ve already taken care of a lot of the things that usually get taken care of late in the game â€” the USB drives are much better than last year, for example â€” and our attendee count is surprisingly good, esp. given the economy. I’m sure something crazy will happen that throws everything askew, but I’m less nerve-wracked about things. Now I just gotta hope all 11 speakers actually show up for their sessions.
What I’m pondering: Whether I’m too old to start a band called Umvelt of the Dog.
Anyone who’s read Jaime Hernandez’s Locas comics in Love & Rockets knows that the men take a back seat to the women in the cast. Ray D. is pretty much the only male character who jumps to mind when I try to recall men who demonstrate even half the depth of Jaime’s women.
Still, I’ve been hoping for a while now to compliment my three Jaime Hernandez drawings of Maggie & Hopey, Terry Downe and Penny Century with a trio of drawings of Jaime’s guys.
Comic-Con International in San Diego represents the best opportunity to do this, since Jaime and his brother Gilbert bring binders of drawings to sell at their signing sessions. But I haven’t been out to the Con since 2005; my wife didn’t have a great time when I dragged her to it that year, although now that she learned Ray Bradbury was in attendance at this past Con, she’s full of regret. So maybe next year. I guess I won’t ask her to wear the Princess Leia costume this time. (No, that’s not her.)
It’s my good fortune to have an all-around great pal who is obligated to cover the Con. I asked my Comics Reporter pal Tom to keep an eye out when Jaime was doing his signing/drawing sale sessions. A few days after the Con, I received a UPS package that looked like it was mauled by the company’s new cadre of package-sorting grizzly bears.
Tom, expecting this sort of abuse, did a fantastic job with the internal packaging, so I’m now the proud owner of three Jaime drawings of Rand Race, Doyle, and the beaten-down Ray Dominguez! Time to trim (slightly) and frame ’em!
I’ve posted all six of my Jaime scans to flickr, so just click through Penny Century for the whole set!
What I’m reading: Locas, by Jaime Hernandez. Just feeling sentimental for Maggie & Hopey, I guess.
What I’m listening to: She and Him, Vol. 1, but not getting into it.
What I’m watching: A marathon of The Deadliest Catch, in preparation for the premier of the new season.
What I’m drinking: Guinness Extra Stout (bottled)
What I’m happy about: That Starbucks’ new Pike Place roast isn’t anywhere near as offensive as its old coffee. I mean, I still wouldn’t choose to stand on line behind a bunch of people ordering orange mocha frappuccinos, but at least I know that if I DO have to go to a Starbucks, at least I’ll be able to get a decent black coffee. Oh, and here’s an article on their retro mermaid logo. This is not a mermaid.
What I’m sad about: That DirecTV’s installer messed up the installation of my new dish, so a bunch of my HD channels are badly digitizing/artifacting. Now I gotta work at home today so they can get someone out here to realign it. But it’ll be pretty sweet to have all those extra HD channels.
What I’m pondering: Why LeBron James is getting so much MVP consideration, given that his team is barely over .500 in a terrible conference.