DC has been getting a lot of attention for controversial things the last few months: the BatCat Wedding, the infamous Damned insanity – both things I was completely fine with. I loved both issues. And come on, people. Human anatomy isn’t a big deal in a mature title. No one cares about Dr. Manhattan’s penis being out in Watchmen.
That brings me to a new buzz topic: I feel like there is an Anti-Tom King Club, full of some fairly silly people that either don’t understand what they’re reading, don’t get fed their fan fiction they want, or they’re insanely jealous. At the end of the day, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, of course. But I would like my energy to be devoted to doing the opposite of most people – when I love something, I want to talk about it and praise the creators.
My haul from this con is more signature based, than things purchased, though I did buy some things while there.
Met Tom King again, and had these pretties signed.
The decision to go to Planet Comic Con was fairly last minute, and I’m amazed we managed to pull it off successfully. But, my mom and I have a weird amount of skill in handling last minute trips fairly well.
So, why the random journey?
Simple answer: My mom wanted to meet Jason Momoa.
Something has perplexed me in the world of comics, recently: The random whining over the work of current Batman writer, Tom King. For example:
From Tom King’s Twitter.
I couldn’t understand where this was all coming from. I’ve seen it off and on for a bit, now. If you don’t know much about King, you can listen to his first interview on Bat Force Radio – which is ridiculously enjoyable, and I’ve listened to it more times than I can count. I’ve also had the pleasure of meeting Tom twice in the last few months – both at Fan Expo Canada and Planet Comic Con. It’s easy to gather from meeting him, or even just the podcast interview – Tom King is a fantastic guy. So, the complaints can’t be based on people disliking him as a person.
I thought more about the things people were complaining about, specifically. And this is where I found my answers:
The final day of Fan Expo was definitely the hardest one. I checked out from the hotel and left my bags with them before blindly heading to the con. I didn’t fly out until that evening, so I had time to kill at the con. But the dread of returning home filled me.
I’ve never liked the coming home part after a good trip. The thought of leaving something that made me so happy, combined with that reality check which is returning to real life… It’s rough. Not the worst thing on the planet, obviously. But definitely not my favorite.
Fan Expo – Day two. The first full day of con goodness. No travel. No hauling around luggage.
Just, you know, hauling around my con bag, comics to be signed, and purchases. By the end of the day, Con Shoulder whining will inevitably begin.
Before con vs After con: The Face of Exhaustion
My very first trip to Canada went a lot smoother than I had anticipated. For some reason, I imagined quite a few hiccups and setbacks for a solo trip: forgetting some vital thing for travel, getting lost trying to find my gate, having some issue in customs because I haven’t been through anything like that since I went to the Bahamas when I was 13 and 15, both times my mom was there to take care of everything. Needless to say, when my mom and brother dropped me off at the airport, I was a bit nervous.
However, breaking in my passport on my own was an interesting experience. There was a blend of anxiety from just being by myself, and also a strange sort of relaxation from it. By the time I arrived in Canada, got my phone working, made it through customs and had my money exchanged – I felt like I had the hardest part of the trip over. I made my way to the train with ease, boarded and stowed my luggage, and took the peaceful 25 minute trip from the airport to Union Station – just across from my hotel.
The Fairmont York Hotel in Toronto