THE BIGGEST BANG trade looks great!

Super cool surprise delivery from IDW Publishing: THE BIGGEST BANG trade collection! They did their usual great printing and design work. Class act! Snag yourself a copy from your local comic shop!

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D.J. sneak attack at LONG BEACH COMIC EXPO on Saturday!

I couldn’t get a table, so I sneaking in thanks to the Eat/Geek/Play‘s Kevin Knight, who I appreciate so much I make sure to spell his name correctly!

LBCC_post_RIPOFF(Pic above ripped off of Tom Pinchuk‘s design. He told me it was okay.)

I’ll be at their table from 10am to 12pm selling and signing copies of AMELIA COLE AND THE HIDDEN WAR and NEVER ENDING — plus I have a few AMELIA COLE T-Shirts left in stock!

Then at 4 it’s off to their epic “Geeks Against Humanity” game! Should be something!

 

AMELIA COLE AND THE HIDDEN WAR signings!

On Wednesday, May 7th, the second volume of AMELIA COLE is released in print from IDW Publishing. AMELIA COLE AND THE HIDDEN WAR collects issues 7 through 12 of AMELIA COLE, plus loads of extras, including some exclusive one-page comics, pinups, a sketchbook, and more!

To celebrate, I’ll be signing the book at Golden Apple Comics from 6pm to 9pm!

AC2 GA DJ FB SigningAnd on Wed May 14th, I’ll be signing at The Comic Bug from 11am to 2pm and again from 5pm to 8pm!

AC2 FB Comic Bug Signings RevPlease stop by to one of ’em — or both if you need an extra AMELIA COLE fix!

My WONDERCON 2014 Schedule!

WonderCon2014smHere’s my WonderCon Anaheim schedule for this weekend:

Friday April 18
5:30 pm to 6:30 pm – IDW Publishing: Hidden Treasures
Join IDW’s VP of Marketing, Dirk Wood and a virtual cavalcade of some of today’s most exciting creators, as they discuss some of IDW’s more interesting programs and undiscovered gems. Room 213

Saturday April 19
1:00pm to 2:00pmAMELIA COLE AND THE UNKNOWN world signing at the IDW booth.
4:00 pm to 5:00 pmNEVER ENDING signing with Robert Love at the Dark Horse booth.

All other times April 18 – 20…
Table AA-025 with Robert Love and some great comics!

Luck From Above

It’d been at least six months since my last haircut. For me, this means a Gene Wilder-esque mess of tangled madness floating around my head, barely attached, with the number of gray and white hairs increasing each second, constantly closer to overtaking the brown ones I’m really going to miss. It was time for a cut.

My new-ish apartment is in-between two barber shops in the same chain, about two miles away from each. Normally I’d drive, but my roommate insisted it was a fine walk. While I’d been conditioning myself to spend days at a time indoors, hunched over a computer, internetting my life away, movement is something my body probably needs way more of than I’m willing to give it on a regular basis. Taking this into account, I slathered sun block on all exposed parts of my body and headed out into the world, going the healthy route, despite my fear of sunlight and sweating.

A walk through my neighborhood is a celebration of smells and sounds one normally would not celebrate. So far, my experience is that it’s not a particularly bad neighborhood, but the frequent sirens singing and low flying helicopters dancing, paint a different story. It’s got, uh, character.

That character was even more apparent on the hot summer day walk to get the crazy madness atop my head shorn. Aside from fear of sweating in all the places I really dislike sweating (meaning all the places), it was fine. I’d decided I’d made the correct decision to walk instead of drive when I was upon a street lamp at the corner.

And I felt the air rush past my face, something hitting my messy nest of hair right before sounds of thunder plops exploding about me.

I cursed everything that is curseable and debated running my hands through my mop top. But I didn’t… because I was fairly certain there was bird shit in it. I tried to enjoy the great outdoors, and that quest for joy had been shat upon by nature.

My leisurely stroll became a speed walk. The only fortunate thing was that my destination was a barbershop/salon kinda place. They charged extra for shampooing… I wondered if there was a bird poo charge on top of that.

Now the sweat was really pouring off of me… my unkempt hair all a-crazy, likely now housing the white poop of our fine-feathered fiends from above. Clean, flip-flop and fanny pack wearing tourist gave me the same look I gave that very serene-looking guy I saw walking and peeing down the sidewalk near my neighborhood one time. I was one of those characters who give my neighborhood character.

When I reached the barbershop, there was a wait. Covered in sweat and my version of self-actualization, I went to the men’s room to inspect my hair. While it was a mess, I found no bird poop. Perhaps… I’d just felt the air of it whizzing by? Well, that was a relief.

I was called to a chair, and the hair cutter was a very relaxed, nice lady who loved dancing, talking about how she loved dancing, and who also seemed to have no problem with bird shit. She said it was lucky, but also confirmed there was none on my hair.

As I was sitting, the apron over me, I rested my hand on my leg… and found where the bird shit had hit me. For the first time in my lifetime of getting my hair cut, I asked for a moment to go to the bathroom to wash bird poop off my jeans. She, again, was fine with it, saying she thought it was cool stitching on my jeans when she saw me sitting down. Nope. Poop. From a bird. Bird poop.

When I returned, large wet spot on my pants leg where the dropping had been, hands washed and re-washed at least three times, she kept on chit chatting like it was no big deal. It even turned out she was from the same county of Ohio as I was, which is a wacky coincidence to cap off my wacky non-adventure.

As I left, she reassured me that being pooped upon by a bird is good luck. For me personally, the jury is still out on that one.