My Yearly DragonCon Adventure

As most of you know, DragonCon is a pop-culture convention without apparent equal.  A 24/7 convention of dorky mayhem, it’s basically Mardi Gras for geeks, taking over a significant chunk of downtown Atlanta once a year.

As a member of the first generation of true Redneck geeks (that’s “Redneck” with a capital R folks… look it up), I consider it my solemn duty to attend every year I can.  That means I’ve been at pretty much every gathering since about 1995, each one its own unique experience.  From being solicited a viewing of “Clerks” by a very drunk Scott Mosier and Kevin Smith at my first visit before anyone knew who the hell they were, to being whacked with a riding crop by Voltaire in a most friendly manner at my latest, the occurrence known as DragonCon is always and forever a fine time for anyone open-minded enough to have it.

This year was marked mostly by my spreading the good word concerning AFTER, and it’s upcoming future.  Without babbling further on the subject, I’ll let the following pictures give you all a taste of the festivities, and we’ll leave it at that.  Do enjoy, and remember… geeks rule the world.  And the parts they don’t, they should.  Except for furries.  Fuck furries.

SECURITY WAS PRETTY TIGHT THIS YEAR

PASSED OUT, DRUNK, OR JUST A LOSER?  DOESN’T REALLY MATTER AT DRAGON-CON

THEY WERE ON A MISSION FROM GOD.

THEY CLONED HIM SMALL FOR RECON WORK.

HE FOUND HIS LACK OF FAITH DISTURBING.

THIS GUY WON MY ‘OLD-SCHOOL GEEK REFERENCE’ AWARD FOR THE CON.  GOONGALA GOONGALA!

EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS… STILL FUCKING CREEPY.

BY DAY TWO, THEY WERE ALREADY CALLING IN LEGAL REPRESENTATION.

FUCK.  YES.

NORMALLY I DON’T NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS.  BUT I DID TRADE THESE GUYS A FIFTH OF WHISKY FOR A QUARTER BAG.  THEY GROW GOOD SHIT ON COBRA ISLAND.

YES, I GAVE HIM A HUG.

ONE BLACK SUIT PER CON.  THAT’S THE RULE, DAMMIT.

Out for now…

– Paris ‘Rev’ Battle

What We’ve Been Up To

As some of you (read: all of you) have noticed, Memetic Press has gone nearly a full month without either an AFTER update or a high-handed sanctimonious rant by yours truly.  Since those are the two things we tend to specialize in around here, that’s prompted some EMails wondering what, precisely, is up.

Well, basically we’ve all been busy as fuck.  So let me just hit a few high points about the Memetic Press agenda for the next few days, and in September I’ll get back to our regularly scheduled bombardment of vulgarity and heinousness.

First of all, DragonCon.  No, we’ve no table there, but YES the good Reverend Battle will be in attendance.  I’ll have AFTER sample issues to anyone who convinces me they need one and gets to me before I run out.  Also, make sure you talk to me before the fifth whiskey goes down, cause after that I promise nothing.

Secondly, if you look below you will see several images of a strange and wondrous thing.  This thing is a scale white model of the village of Warfield, which you AFTER readers will be familiar with.  Memetic Press’ own Hired Specialist is constructing this piece of in-progress brilliance in his laboratory even as I type this.  Why, you ask?

Well, that part’s a secret.  But not a very closed one.  Anyone finds me at DragonCon and buys the SIXTH whiskey, and maybe I can be talked into spilling the beans.  Otherwise, you’ll all just have to wait and learn with the rest of the world.  For now, feast your eyes on the brilliance:

Out for now…

– Paris ‘Rev’ Battle

The Post-HeroesCon Report (Finally)

Forgive my tardiness on this one, as it HAS been over a week since the convention… BUT financial considerations forced me to take a more active hand in certain affairs, and that kept me away for a bit.  THEN, I got completely smashed at a wedding Saturday and needed a while to recover.  I mean, in addition to the time I spent asleep in the rain on a bench by Boardwalk Billy’s.  Ahem.

Anyway, the grand and spectacular HeroesCon was a magnificent affair, with much fun had by all.  Everyone I saw out there and introduced AFTER to, welcome to the fold.  And everyone who bought the book, thank you for supporting a lowly indy comic publisher.  People like you are the reason this constant toil is all worth it, and we strive to justify your parting with hard-earned money by keeping the entertainment coming.  Speaking of which, check out the AFTER info page above.  Frequent updates to that one as we get closer to finalizing (gasp) Issue Two.

And now, for your viewing pleasure (or masochism), I present a collection of images from the convention, including some of yours truly:

Convention

AH, THE CONVENTION FLOOR…

Convention

After Team

MARCUS KISER (L) + PARIS BATTLE (R)+SHITTY FOCUS=THIS PICTURE OF TEAM ‘AFTER’

Oh Crap

HERE MARCUS IS ABOUT TO SLIP OUT OF THIS DIMENSION ENTIRELY.  NOTE MY LOOK OF PANIC.

Out for now…

– Paris ‘Rev’ Battle

Memetic Press At HeroesCon!

It’s true, though kind of a last minute thing.  Yours truly will be holding down a table at HeroesCon in Charlotte this weekend, for all three days.  Also, some of you may have noticed the addition of an AFTER info page on this website… If so, keen powers of observation.  Soon all your relevant AFTER info will be posted there, so keep checking back.  I’ll update after the convention with pictures and such.

Out for now…

– Paris ‘Rev’ Battle

To The Memetic-Mobile!

Another month, another series of ridiculous and unexpected struggles in the life of an indy comic book writer. Folks, let me offer a piece of advice to all would-be self publishers that might be reading this: If you thought money was an aggravating reality of life BEFORE, get ready to explore new levels of pain. Personally, I’m trying to look at them as birthing pains, with an infant businessman coming out the other side. At the end of the day, I can’t imagine learning the ins and outs of more advanced financial acumen with hands-on experience hurts more than majoring in business in college. Those fuckers were ALWAYS miserable. Me, I was a liberal arts major, so I spent college learning to drink.

Anyway, long story short, my car finally had enough mechanical problems to become what I THINK they call a “diminishing return resource” or some other technical crap. In layman’s terms, it means that looking down the barrel of over two thousand dollars worth of replacement parts and labor was WAY more expensive than just setting up regular payments on a new vehicle. And this is with the shittiest credit rating in the lower forty-eight.

Fortunately, I hit the car lot at a perfect conjunction of economic factors. Namely, the American economy is in the shitter while the 2008 models are going off the lot. There was a man on site MORE than happy to find a way to finance me a new Toyota. Also, he wore alligator-skin shoes which (in case you were unaware) is the mark of a professional car salesman down South.

So without further ado, let me present the NEW Memetic-Mobile:

I Call Her \'Yolanda\'

As you can see, the company has taken the responsible path of choosing one of the most fuel-efficient non-hybrid vehicles on the market today. This is all part of Memetic Press’ continuous dedication to reducing our carbon footprint and maintaining a standard of green…

Fuck it, you know that’s a joke. I’m not even finishing the sentence. It’s ACTUALLY part of my dedication to not making every trip to the gas pump feel like a shower scene from Oz.

So what bearing does this have on the course of Memetic Press and After? Well, for starters it’s pushed work on Issue Two back a bit, in case you haven’t noticed (and, looking at my EMail inbox, you have). But things should be on track in that department soon enough. More to the point, the majority of my convention trips this year are either cancelled or under serious review. So, sorry Seattle. Er, and New York. And several other places I’ll mention once I know where I AM going. Sad, but these are the sorts of punches one has to roll with. One day we’ll all look back on this and laugh. Assuming we’re sober and alive.

Out for now…

– Paris “Rev” Battle

WONDERCON: THE BLOG ENTRY

Seems Innocuous Enough….It was a weekend of firsts. It was my first time on the West Coast, in San Francisco, or seeing Chinese New Year in the aforementioned city. It was a Con without a table, a comic book store that knew how the fuck to throw it down, and the Rev surviving it only with the help of the Good Lord and Jack Daniel.

This is, of course, all creative metaphor.

SkreetsSan Francisco is a lovely city with a split personality. It is seemingly a ‘frozen-in-amber’ example of an age we all traditionally think of as more civilized and reserved… Set against a populace who are all too willing to share their aggravated emotional state with you and anyone else who will listen, sometimes to the point of strikes about the human frame

They Try To Stare You Down, TooFirstly, lets address a warning I’d received more than once. The damned pigeons. Greasier, nastier, and somehow more creepily intelligent than birds in other places, these feathered fuckers would’ve made Hitchcock proud. They had special coiled wire on my hotel sill to keep them off, but they’d fight for the right to sit on the nearest streetlight and give me gangster stares whenever I opened the curtain.

I Didn’t Know They Operated Out Of The Alamo

I kid, mostly. Lovely city, weather wasn’t bad even when they SWORE it was, and they hosted the hell out of a Con. Three days of mayhem, with signs of it visible in several places nearby, such as is seen to the left. See if you can spot the tiny picture of Robert Downey Junior’s glowing eyes.

Damn

The Con itself was no disappointment, and it would be futile to try and recall or detail every cool person met on its floor. I will give a special shout to the fine people I met and conversed with in, around, and associated with Isotope, a comic book lounge that throws a hell of a party. Seriously, there’s a rocking ensemble cast in that place, and they can throw down with advanced skill.

Overall, had a blistering time in a lovely city, and hope I’m ascending enough in the next year to go back. Next time I’m staying longer.

Out for now…

– Paris Battle

One Quick Note…

I’m about five and a half hours from doing something I utterly despise (flying).  But it’s for a good reason, as San Francisco and WonderCon lie on the other end of it.

Just one quick update before I head out: The fine gentlemen over at Secret Identity Podcast have posted the interview that Mattman did with me up in New York back in November.  Good stuff!  You get to hear an over-caffeinated Reverend Battle trying his best not to use a four letter word on a family program.  Anyway, everyone should hope over to SIP and check it out.  Tune in for a listen to Issue 101.5 for my interview.

When next we speak, I’ll have a debriefing from WonderCon!

Out for now…

– Paris “Rev” Battle