MoCCA Fest Part Deux

Oh, I am sorry if I gave you the impression that the MoCCA fest was just Kate Beaton sitting under a Bodhi tree dispensing wisdom. In fact, it wasn't a tree, but a giant gun house: The Lexington Avenue Armory. It's a pretty cool place, if you like arms...and COMICS.

It was a really fun, but sort of bizarre experience. There were people and things that I only knew online, as not-reality. And then too see those people and books in real life was like, weird. For example, I met Dylan Meconis, whose comic Bite Me! was the first webcomic I EVER READ. I was like, "Dude, this is so weird to see in person after five years." And she was like, "You're telling me."

I had met Jason, another amazing graphic-novelist, earlier that week when I happened to be at the Strand during his book signing. I couldn't go get another one of his books because a.) I had no moneys left and b.) I was wearing the same outfit. He is an artist, I am sure he would have noticed.

I also ran into my favorite people in the world, Matthew Swanson and Robbi Behr of Idiots' Books. They make beautiful and hysterical books, and also taught a collaborative bookmaking workshop at Williams. (My partner and I wrote/illustrated a new tell-all on the life of that great American tart, Emily Dickinson.) They have me a copy of The Baby is Disappointing, which is even funnier if you've met their baby.

I also think it is important for you to know that, out of the eight hundred million people at a comic book festival, I was the only one wearing madras shorts. PREPPY NERDS UNITE.