MoCCA 2007 Report Day Two

Well, we're back from the UPS Store, having shipped back the remaining stuff. We're resting our feet and thinking about dinner. In all, a nice convention. A lot more visitors turned up from the Big Apple Con and they were nice folks. One fellow with a homemade Galactus t-shirt lamented that the Big Apple Con was too much of a dealers' show, nice if you're looking for back issues, but not much else.

Everyone commented at how nice and leisurely the MoCCA Art Fest is. You can hear yourself think here.

I forgot to turn in our MoCCA Art Fest 2007 Exhibitor Questionnaire, so pay attention, MoCCA, here it is:

Question the First: How do you feel the seventh floor exhibitor space enhanced or detracted from the blah blah blah...?

It was nice, but seemed undertraveled.

Question the Second: So it was a pretty good idea moving the programming and panels over to the MoCCA Gallery, right?

um...didn't attend any.

Question the Third: Were people moving like a train, or moving like a...something that's not a train?

Folks were able t stop and go without being carried along like the tide. So...like small town traffic.

Question the Fourth: Any big surprises? Good or bad?

No surprises, just the same fine con we went to last year!

Question the Fifth: Woah, was that Ginger? Any other cool celebrity sightings?

Geez, I thought that was Cassandra Peterson!

Question the Etc: Do you feel that the MoCCA Art Fest has outgrown its current venue?

Hmm...not necessarily. Puck Building's got a lot of charm! Too many cons think they need to expand and end up with a bigger more expensive venue, so they in turn have to raise prices, then people don't come and then flooey. Don't flooey, MoCCA!


Table story of the day: A young man turned up with his mother at the CLP able to drink in the sea of covers. He starts looking through LOST IN THE WASH. He asks what it's about and I say well it's about this watery thing that lives in a laundromat...I tell the France joke from it...they're laughing...then he sees the bit where Walt gets his human skin mountings via UPS.

He stops.

"What is that?"

I explain that some tattoo artists make arrangements with people they've worked on to preserve the tat work.

He nods.

The mom says "I don't like that." To her son: "They did that to Jews."

I nod. "The Nazis made lampshades and stuff."

I suddenly realize I may have overstepped by being Mr. Informative.

The mom nods in agreement. I am saved.

The kid bought the book, because horror is party about horrifying yourself; the other part is grossing out your parents.

In all, a great time! More later.

--John