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| The Wizard World Chicago 2002 tour continues... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I came hundreds of miles and this crappy shot is the only one I took of Paradigm's brilliant artist and co-creator, Jeremy Haun? Jeremy's there on the left, while the far less-elusive, and generally effervescent Matt Cashel (over at the right) managed to land in a few other shots along the way. I still have copies of their self-published first issue of Paradigm for Jeremy to sign. >>> | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Below's a shot of some of the crew hitting the spread Tim and Ellen laid out for us in Aurora on Friday night for the annual Legends (and Legends alumni) gathering. There's Rick, Clay, J (hidden by the back of Justin's head) and Marlan over on the right. Is that Chris over on the left? Does anyone care? (And, yeah, I'm sticking to first names in most cases for now until I hear from people that they don't mind their last names being posted here. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Rat bastards controlling the convention schedule threw us all a curve by moving the normal Friday shut-down time of 6pm to 8pm, which made it next to impossible for Matt & Jeremy to make it out to Aurora. As best we could tell it was because in past years too many of the pros were disappearing before the awards ceremonies held at 8pm. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| A little later in the night, here's another shot. Grant's off in the back, Chris' gal-pal B.J.'s taking a picture of me taking a shot of her.B.J. and I got to talk a little, and she seems to be well on the road to comics fandom, working her way mostly through trade editions, currently finishing up Preacher. >>> | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| In the 4th chair along the back is Seth, valiantly holding himself together despite having come down with something. (Anyone who needed to put on a long-sleeved sweatshirt in Illinois in early July is plainly not feeling well.) The weather that Friday night was the best of the weekend, though, so we lucked out. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Just for the hell of it (hey, this webspace is free - so far!) here are the three group shots someone took using my camera just before most of us hit the road. Tickets to an LL Cool J concert (don't ask me) had seen most of the people pick up and suddenly leave not long after the outside shot above was taken, which is why this is probably the smallest group pic I've ever seen from one of these convention Friday nights. |
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| A little lighter in tone this time. Since the layout's the same for each here's the roll call: Across the back we have our host, Tim, Jarrod (either mugging for the camera or having a fit), Grant, me in the back, Justin and Chris. Seated, of course, is Mr. Vacation. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| For no good reason I can think of, this third shot's the one I used in my August zine. I think Mr. V's morally bankrupt expression (Emperor Ming was the first to come to mind) was what won me over. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| As is always the case, Tim and Ellen were the most gracious of hosts and made us all feel at home. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| By Saturday Mr. V's lovely wife, Lea, had come to town, so I finally had a chance to meet her. Here she is with their son, Xander. I forgot to correct the photo to remove signs of him using his heat vision! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| These shots are from the back of one of the more poorly-attended panels, where Grant and I - entirely too punchy from the time spent outside walking the streets in search of a proper place to eat, and the general pace of the weekend - had gone to sit, drink icewater, and crack up over some of the people there for the panel. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| ...and here's Xander's big sister, 'Becca, who also helped us regain a little adult composure by talking with us for a while. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| No, don't go away yet! There's at least one more plunge back into the convention to go! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||