Take THAT, you tacky heathens! Unf!
I’ll write something more detailed about Friday’s events later. Today, Saturday, will be the first day of actual signing and cavorting with the native fans, and I’m sure I’ll get into that as well, but I wanted to get out a few things about yesterday.
I wandered around the showroom floor a little bit and checked out the area they were setting up for me to sign at. It was your standard signing getup, complete with flaming torches and trapdoors leading to acid vats and such. Nothing to get too excited about.
Someone pointed out a rack of comics that would be part of the setup, half full of some but not all of my books. Really, it was just the old school stuff : JTHM, SQUEE!, and I Feel Sick. Dunno if they had any Jellyfists on site, but I don’t recall them being on the rack. The rest of the books were issues of Lenore, and I pointed this out, mentioning that those were not done by me but were part of an experiment in teaching violent gorillas to channel their anger into more creative outlets.
The person I pointed this out to responded, saying they were aware of the fact that the books were not works of mine, but that the “people who buy your stuff will buy that stuff, too.”
Like Jesus and the moneylenders, I swiped the issues of Angry Gorilla Comics (Lenore) off the rack, making a huge mess of things. I proclaimed that readers should maybe pick something new up now and then. The last thing I want to do is to perpetuate the stereotype that my fans are just tasteless zombies without the desire to pick up more than what’s being marketed directly into their asses. I’d rather have people genuinely like or despise what I do rather than pick it up blindly as a requirement of their “scene”.
I suggested maybe replacing them with issues of The Walking Dead, something I wish I could talk about to more people, dig? Something I could geek out to to the people that stand in line to get my child-like scrawl on their copies of JTHM.
Just a note, though: Pretending to be Jesus and knocking shit all over the place really doesn’t make you look that cool. I thought it would get me chicks and respect, but mostly it got me dirty looks from the guys that had to pick everything up. I even joined in, picking up books and saying terrible things about myself, but the damage was done.