To read my Tweets, one would think I’m having a miserable time at this convention.
Not true.
The problem with being a dealer or professional at a convention is being trapped behind a table and having to take both the good and the bad of the swarming masses. Yes, there are some good people walking around, but sadly, many who come to a convention like this have the social skills of a third grader. These people are the reason there’s a stereotype for sci-fi fans and comic geeks.
Fortunately your average geek also knows how to party. Last night I got free beer, got invited to VisionCon by the organizers, had a cigar, took in the con nightlife, and watched a drunken idiot in a pirate shirt get ejected from the dance club for groping geek chicks. There is a three-hour gap in the Twitter feed because I’m not lame enough to whip out the CrackBerry in the middle of a good time, but a panel that went off the rails is fair game.
Soon I’ll be back behind the dealers room table so I can be told Call of the Wild would have been more successful if it featured big tits and furry porn. I think it’s penance for the free beer.
About Mike Oliveri
Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.
