If you’re just joining us… welcome. Also, this may make no sense to you, so here’s a bit of backstory. See, I’m not a famous webcomic maker. I’ve made some funny comics, I get my name out there, I’m an admin on a forum here and a mod on a forum there, I host my own wing of Fesworks’ mulimedia empire, The Tropecast – but I myself am not quite enough of a draw to get invites to conventions regularly. So, last year, I decided to become a… how can I put this… “value added” asset by also taking on an additional duty at conventions – namely, Mike (or Impy and Poe, depending on where I’m at) and I roll out a midnight live MST3K-ish show called “Cinematic For The People”. So far, we’ve only done one movie, a faux anime called Space Transformers, but…. all that is about to change.
The convention I’m going to is NMACon and, that’s right, the rumors are true – if you happen to be in Traverse City, Michigan at 1 AM on Saturday night (technically Sunday morning) you too can see the brand new world premiere of Cinematic For The People episode 2.
Also… this… is comic number 50. Breathe it in, folks. And with 50, I decided to tune up a couple of things graphics wise. Not sure how long this will last – we’ll see.
If you recall, back here we talked about the first time we tried to do Cinematic For The People. This second time, we did not have nearly the technical difficulties, however we did have some fierce competition from parallel programming…
So Thursday night, I roll into luxurious Fort Wayne – and I kid you not, that’s a damn nice city. It’s like someone broke off a piece of Canada and stuck it in the middle of Indiana where nobody else would notice. Anyway, Fort Wayne – I pull into town, find a parking space, drop a couple coins, and go to meet friends-of-the-comic and frequent co-conspirators in webcomicdom Impy and Poe, aka of Exploitation Now, Errant Story, Does Not Play Well With Others, and a myriad of other projects.
I know them honestly, from real life, and not just because I’m a big ol’ webcomic schmoozer. Impy was friends with my wife when they were in High School – she went on to stalk, and eventually capture, Mr. Poe, who became her husband in a ceremony many years later that was flanked by a 21-old-car-horn salute. I went on to sherpa their crap around at conventions for several years because it was an awesome excuse to go to cons – not only that, but to have my way paid for at cons – and it was an excellent chance to meet people (did I mention the schmoozing? I do schmoozing.) in and about the webcomics universe. It’s at least – in part – their fault you’re reading this now. It was only after watching Poe do the voodoo he do that I finally got my act together and decided it was time to make a comic again (after a 3 year hiatus) – that comic was what became The Apple of Discord.
Now, travelling with Impy, I’ve learned to appreciate (and fear… oh yes, fear) her love of local, authentic cuisine. We’ve detoured entire states out of our way to get crabs (of course, I pointed out that we could easily pick those up at any number of conveniently located rest stops – not appreciated, btw), and apparently the Urban Spoon app on her phone has become her best friend nowadays. So trips like this are often fraught with stops at diners, drive-ins, and dives that even the bottle blond on that one food channel wouldn’t frequent.
More on her odd habits later – now onto the Scotch Egg. If you’ve never seen or heard of these before… well, your lifespan is probably a fair bit longer than mine. Basically, it’s a turducken, only smaller and with different parties involved. The formula seems to be… hard boil an egg, coat it in meat, deep fry it, and serve it to someone who isn’t planning on donating their heart to anybody other than possibly Crisco. But they do exist, wikipedia says so.