Con Report: Emerald City Comic Con

It’s official. I have been spoiled for any other comic convention I will ever attend. I can’t imagine I will ever be treated this good again, and it’s hard to envision my having as much fun. In short, Emerald City Comic Con may very well be the Oz of comic cons. The people who run this con are the very finest I’ve ever met, and the fans I talked to were gregarious, generous, and genial.

And they bought stuff. That helped, too. 🙂

It was not the largest con I’ve ever attended, but it was the best. Hands down.

So, let’s start this off right. Jim and George Demonokos and Chris Burnham know how to throw a phenomenal convention. They are to be cloned. Worshiped. Emulated. I’ve decided to start the movement to make “Demonokos Brothers” analogous with high quality.

Jim and George are co-owners of The Comic Stop in Lynnwood, Washington, just across the street from the Alderwood Mall in the Mervyn’s Plaza. They’re Good People.


Chris was waiting for me in baggage claim when my plane landed. He was running the shuttle back and forth between the airport and the hotel. Once we met up, he told me he was waiting for three others — fellow Blank Label Comics member Kristofer Straub, Joseph Linsner, and Peter “Chewbacca” Mayhew.

We arrived at the Springhill Suites in downton Seattle after a short drive that included a spirited discussion of the best Godzilla movies. Springhill is the Demonokos Brothers of hotels. (See? It works, doesn’t it?) The staff is efficient and friendly as all get-out.
There was the usual screw-up with the books that I had shipped in advance, but unlike the last time, the staff solved it quickly and in a friendly manner. And they didn’t charge me $25 to store my books for a few days before my arrival.

Dave Kellet, Kris Straub, and I headed over to the convention center to set up the BLC booth. That night, we met up with Howard Tayler and Greg and Liz Dean at the Pyramid Brewery.

Photo (Click to enlagarge): Why is it that people always have this reaction when they realize they’re sitting near one of my signs? Howard Tayler and Scott Kurtz share a moment of embarassment.

Tomorrow: Saturday at Emerald City.