I didn't table at the Small Press Expo this year, because the selection process is completely randomized, and I once spurned Fortuna, the Goddess of Fate by grabbing the last box of chocolate chip Eggo waffles from the frozen section at Safeway right before her. But on a happier note, I did personally know more of the tablers this year than any other, and I imagine that number will keep growing as time goes on.
Friends for Charlottesville Sophia Weideman, and Warren Craghead (III) and his daughter Ginger managed to snag spots from friends who could come or had some spare room. I also saw Robbi and Greg from Idiot Books; they come from even further back: Chestertown, my home spot. I gabbed with some mates from SCAD, like Pranas (he did the Ice King comic series for Boom! Studios) and Nicole. And I managed to make some new friends, via a meetup group for small press junkiesWe went out to a Korean barbecue, and ate entirely too much meat. Brisket followed by pork, followed by beef, followed by pork belly, followed by even more pork, followed by everyone exploding and the table being populated solely by tiny versions of us made entirely of meat who went on to consume even more meat.
On Day 2, I sat in on a couple of panels, including one on satire, offensive comics, and pushing social boundaries, which disappointed, as none of the artists on the panel were actually satirists. I also managed to not spend any money whatsoever on Sunday, having determined that I would only trade comics for my own comics, which I had spent a good few hours the night before assembling.
These new comics, not pictured, will be the cornerstone of the Etsy store I'm building in my spare time. I've handed out enough of my cards that I feel obliged to go through with that now.