So if I skimmed one loftiest of lessons at this year’s Comic Con, it’s that SDCC exclusives are earned, not bought.  ’Cause nerdworld problems be trippin’ yo.
There was only 1 exclusive that I absolutely had to have and would have been willing to punt any nerd in his dual 20-sided die sack to ensure my obtainitude of it and that was the Lego 1966 Batmobile.
I know most people want to use their tumbln’ time fer lookin’ and not fer readin’, so long story short, after a somewhat stressful line encounter, I was able to get my Batmobile and chillax baby girl the remaining 4 days of Con knowing I scored my most ultimate of macguffins.  Or so a Matthew thought.
The week after Con I take my prized Batmobile home and on a slow post-school night I decide to open my mobile for sweet satisfaction assembly.
And that’s when I open the lid to an empty box.  And I mean super duper serial empty.  No crumpled bags, no assembly directions.  The box was just stuffed with empty.
My heart pulled a reverse Grinch and shattered 3 sizes too small that day.  Con was over, I was back in Burbank, the elusive treasure that enriched my life turned out to be not gold, but poisoned candy in a golden wrapper of lies.
I instantly texted my disappointment to the Biggie Smalls to my P Diddy of dorkdom, Alex Double Del to the Double G and as we started investigating online, we found out I was far from alone in Bat-emptiness.  Bartender, give me a shot of hope and kindly leave the bottle.
Luckily I kept my receipt and was able to call Lego the next day.  Once I was able to answer a collection of very specific questions to show that I was a legitimate customer of victimization and not a vulture trying to score an exclusive to flip, I was connected to a couple of UNBELIEVABLY friendly and sympathetic Lego employees who held my hand and saw me through my darkest dork hour.
After everything was settled, Lego not only sent me a replacement, they also hooked me up with a Lego gift card for my trouble hence the stylish sedan of blockitude you see above.
My thickest of thanks to Lego and especially the greatest customer service ladies in the world, Sharee and Lisa. Lego has a guaranteed lifelong fan and customer with me for life now.  My saga has a happy ending because they’re one of the greatest companies in the world and their customer service is the caviar of helping those in need.
Lego 4 life!!!!!!

So if I skimmed one loftiest of lessons at this year’s Comic Con, it’s that SDCC exclusives are earned, not bought.  ’Cause nerdworld problems be trippin’ yo.

There was only 1 exclusive that I absolutely had to have and would have been willing to punt any nerd in his dual 20-sided die sack to ensure my obtainitude of it and that was the Lego 1966 Batmobile.

I know most people want to use their tumbln’ time fer lookin’ and not fer readin’, so long story short, after a somewhat stressful line encounter, I was able to get my Batmobile and chillax baby girl the remaining 4 days of Con knowing I scored my most ultimate of macguffins.  Or so a Matthew thought.

The week after Con I take my prized Batmobile home and on a slow post-school night I decide to open my mobile for sweet satisfaction assembly.

And that’s when I open the lid to an empty box.  And I mean super duper serial empty.  No crumpled bags, no assembly directions.  The box was just stuffed with empty.

My heart pulled a reverse Grinch and shattered 3 sizes too small that day.  Con was over, I was back in Burbank, the elusive treasure that enriched my life turned out to be not gold, but poisoned candy in a golden wrapper of lies.

I instantly texted my disappointment to the Biggie Smalls to my P Diddy of dorkdom, Alex Double Del to the Double G and as we started investigating online, we found out I was far from alone in Bat-emptiness.  Bartender, give me a shot of hope and kindly leave the bottle.

Luckily I kept my receipt and was able to call Lego the next day.  Once I was able to answer a collection of very specific questions to show that I was a legitimate customer of victimization and not a vulture trying to score an exclusive to flip, I was connected to a couple of UNBELIEVABLY friendly and sympathetic Lego employees who held my hand and saw me through my darkest dork hour.

After everything was settled, Lego not only sent me a replacement, they also hooked me up with a Lego gift card for my trouble hence the stylish sedan of blockitude you see above.

My thickest of thanks to Lego and especially the greatest customer service ladies in the world, Sharee and Lisa. Lego has a guaranteed lifelong fan and customer with me for life now.  My saga has a happy ending because they’re one of the greatest companies in the world and their customer service is the caviar of helping those in need.

Lego 4 life!!!!!!

"I didn’t invent sugar or flour, but I bake a mean apple pie."
—Glen David Gold

Inspiration:  Darn Near Puked

"We tell and take in stories as much as we sleep—and even then we dream."
—Robert McKee

It’s clearly been a slow drawing year for me (which will hopefully reversify shortly) which has likewise meant this poor tumblr has suffered the loneliness of few and far posts between.  Just to jab some cobwebs from the joint, here’s a couple of caricatures I did earlier in the year of two of my favorite ladies.

"Stories are equipment for living." —Kenneth Burke
Contage!

After putting out the call to arms to check out our booth, it seems rude NOT to montage the best of Comic Con this year.  Hope everyone’s nerdgendas were nuthin shy of batarang kisses and adamantium dreams!

Gouletniac Diegoing Your Way!

A-hoy-hoy all you San Diego flocking friends and followers of ginchy geekdom!  If you’re going to the motherload of all Pop Culture Ground Zeros this week, I’d love to say hi!  Me and my homies of Muertoons and Alex Deligiannis will be selling our prints at Booth 1802 (pink squared above); even if ya don’t buy anything, it’s always nice to meet another face from the interweb with a jolly hello!

Hope everyone has a safe and fan-filled week and all your nerdgendas come true!

Soooo yeah, I think I officially have a Lego Beyond Belief problem.  It’s no Chekhov’s gun, but it is my auction (I would say drinking problem, but what problem?  There’s a NEGATIVE outcome to alcohol???  Pssh!)

Behold Series 2—Clink!

"Give me chastity and continence, but not yet."
—Saint Augustine

Inspiration: 10 Things I Hate About Commandments

"The time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining."
—JFK

A coupla swell animators.

"The key to character animation is the design quality of the figure that you can use." —Les Clark

Inspiration: Your Father’s Dead