Safari crashed on me, taking with it the post I'd been writing about Wondercon, which occurred in San Francisco this weekend. Suffice to say that Andrew and I got to see our friend Jesse Hamm, in from Portland with his recently-imported Swedish wife Anna. Tonight we had dinner with Jesse and Steve Lieber, and we had an excellent time.

On Friday night, Andrew and I had dinner with Gahan Wilson. Just the three of us. Every once in a long while, the life we've chosen is worth it. I mean, HOLY SHIT WE WENT TO MEL'S DINER WITH GAHAN WILSON AND LISTENED TO HIM TALK ABOUT STUFF. He had the fish and chips.

Wondercon, like most comic-book conventions, fills me with a deep, soul-devouring despair. I think it's from the double whammy of seeing a) just how much the comics industry sucks, and b) just how far I am from being good enough to contribute anything to it. Wondercon is generally worse because, until recently, it was a pretty shitty con. This year was better. There were booths selling actual comics as opposed to shoddy Japanese toys and "Challenge of the Superfriends" bootlegs, attendance was so high that the fire marshal made the staff start turning people away, and Grant Morrison was wandering around somewhere. Oh, and Phil Foglio gave me some awesome sketches of my characters. Nonetheless, the weekend has left me totally drained and considering a career in the noncommercial food service industry, just for the change of pace.

Andrew moderated a couple of panels, including the Spotlight on Chris Bachalo. At one point, Bachalo commented that he loved drawing Wolverine, which I thought was totally on crack, because Wolverine did not look to me like a fun character to draw. But I tried it, and damned if he isn't right.



That was the first one. And this is now my new thing. I am just going to draw Wolverine all day long. I hate it when pimply teenage nerds are right about something.







Here's Wolverine and Sabretooth. Andrew said I made Sabretooth look like a manga character (specifically, a character from "Bastard!"). I can't help it; he's designed like a Thundercat or something. The morphic contrast here is basically the same as Artie and Dave, because I have an extremely small artistic skill set.



This is what Wondercon has reduced me to. Viva Logan!