Emerald City ComiCon starts tomorrow, and we’re awash in last-minute preparations. We’ll be at booth 704. I see that Carol has posted a map of the hall on our FaceBook page, so you can check that out if you’re interested. We’re right next to the Dark Horse booth, which makes us feel kind of fancy.
Experiment #1 has been celebrating his sister’s absence (she’s off at camp) by blasting the entire oeuvre of Ninja Sex Party at me. He’s not usually allowed to do this, because no matter how funny the music may be, I won’t feel like a responsible parent unless I make her wait until she’s at least as old as her brother is now to openly listen to songs about (lead singer) Danny Sexbang’s penis. I’m such a grouch. Experiment #1, however, is exactly the right age to appreciate this stuff.
The kid’s desk is in my studio, and about a year ago, I over heard him playing some of their music…and asked what it was, because, frankly, it was kind of great. The look on the kid’s face when he had to tell his mom the name of the band was priceless. Later, he told me that he figured I’d either like it, or ban him from the Internet forever, and he wasn’t sure which it would be. Hah. Lucky for him, I never quite got over playing D&D with the boys in high school, and I come down on the “this is hilarious” side. With a lot of eyerolling. Also I like the music.