My Knight and I went to a tiny con this past weekend. BadCon at UAlbany. It was not a "bad con" but there was hardly anyone there. I'm hoping to help out with spreading the word next year. Still, we sold some things and met some people and saw some friends. Mostly, we sat around doodling together. This was like a dream date for me, as it turns out.
My Knight, Rob, draws people as potatoes. They show up in his webcomic on occasion here:
http://www.unmedicatedcomic.com/
and he'll draw people at cons as potatoes. I was highly entertained by this, so I decided to draw him as a potato. ...But it didn't wind up as cute as his do.
Also, everything scanned for this had gotten a little wet because A. it was raining afterwards and B. we had a spill. The spill was entertaining in it's own right because while our drawings got a little wet, everything else on the table was saved by the tablecloth itself.
Since part of that looked like a face, my Knight drew the spill:
...I need a better editing program for my scanner so you kids can see these better.
To give you an idea of the kinds of stuff sold at these events, we sell art prints, sometimes T-shirts, key chains and assorted body parts:
"Give someone the finger!" Get it??
At one point, we took two words, put them together and then saw what we each came up with. First was fish-apple:
His:
Mine (Which I think wound up more frog-like than fish-like. ...Or maybe just sick):
Then came centipede and barrel.
His:
Mine:
and another try:
I also attempted to show the difference between antennae and penises. ...I don't remember why. But here they are:
Now, to conclude, I'm going to express how head over heels I am for this guy.
I don't do outside.
I just don't.
I think of the outside world and I think of the "tweezers" my mom has handed me when I wanted to pluck my eyebrows, knowing those things are for plucking off bugs and out splinters and other horrible outside things.
Seriously. The fuck are these things?
I'm allergic to outside. Literally. Grass makes me itchy and red.
YET I went out by his family's house so he could show me where he spent his childhood days, by rusty pieces of metal and now overgrown thorns... And even with a busted hip from before then and even while stressed out of my mind and ridden with silent panic attacks, I still managed to have a good time.
Why?
Because he was with me.
...Also some of the plants did neat things like this:
Twisty and there's that curl thing at the bottom.
Because I really never go outside, knowing that I do have some pretty amazingly bad allergies, when I do go outside, I feel a little like a kid in a bubble. I'm stupefied by the beauty of it all, and TERRIFIED by any little prick of anything at all.
I used to run into the woods as a kid and climb trees. I'd walk over rocks and not complain when I got wet in a creek.
Then 12 years old happened and the learned-the-hard-way-knowledge of what an allergen can do kind of ruined my life and ended what bit of a childhood I had.
I'd like to go back to being that kid. I'm not as brave as I used to be, but maybe with the help of my Knight, I'll get there.
...that being said, I really DO have allergies, so it can't be all the time anyway.
Still, worth a shot once in a while, yeah?
