Theeeere…now that’s not so hard, is it, Lil’ Fuckup?
So I’m doing a panel for an upcoming convention (Stan Lee’s Comikaze) in a couple of days. Yeah, maybe you’ve seen me do panels before, in person or watched a shaky video of one on Youtube, so you know how it’ll probably go down. I usually just get up there and rant about video games or movies or something and people leave disgruntled and wondering why they didn’t go listen to something about Ninja Turtles. There’s always a point where fans line up to ask questions and…well, that’s where you come in.
This time around I’d like to give the people at the panel a break, you know, let them sit out the question part by answering questions supplied by you fine folks from the futuristic internet realm. No, no. it’s not to avoid the horror that is almost guaranteed to be the result of letting people think up questions there on the spot. Come on, I can’t believe you’d even think that! No, it’s just to be nice and spare the good people in the crowd the potential ankle trauma standing up or walking up to a microphone could invite. One time, a girl, perfectly lovely seeming little thing, walked up, Â excitedly grabbed the microphone to bring it closer to her face, and with the sound of a shotgun going off in the room, her kneecaps fired away from her legs, leaving her screaming right into the mic only without metal music accompaniment so it wasn’t badass at all. You don’t know what kind of terrible shit’s gonna happen when you open the room up to questions, so I’d rather just avoid it and here’s how you can help:
The hope is that there’ll be enough people with some decent, fairly thought out questions about my “work” that it will fill up at least 30 seconds of panel. Hell, I’ll even hazard being more positive and say maybe we’ll be able to fill 40 seconds with actual quality interaction! Yeah!!
So hit that link up there, think of what you wanna ask me, then feel terrible about what you wanted to ask me and then write down your actual question that isn’t your initial question. I know, I know, the impulse is to be as fucked up as you can possibly be, but believe me when I say that the most mind-blowing thing I can imagine happening anymore is people actually just making sense. I genuinely enjoy talking my work, whether someone likes it or even hates it, so long as there’s actual thought behind why someone would like or hate it.
EDIT: Thanks, everyone that sent stuff in. The panel went quite nicely and everyone was happy except for the people who hated it.