Well, I went up to Quechee Saturday just like I said I would. And I would have slapped Bissette's newspaper outa his hands, as promised. There was just one problem - NO BISSETTE! I had to go and blow 75 cents on some stupid Vermont paper and just PRETEND it was Bissette's paper! See my white knuckles? That's how mad I was!Here's a DVD you can buy at Bissette's booth.
Here's a book you can buy 20 feet away.
YOU BE THE JUDGE!
ps - That "security guard" overgrown Keebler Elf guy that wanders around the place waddled up to me and whined "You're not taking pictures, are you?" I said "Yes I am!" He said, very whiney, "Well you're not supposed to." I said, huffily, "Well I won't take any more!" He pouted "That would be nice."
WTF??? What's up with THAT? It's not an ART exhibit or the Queen's jewels. I take pictures in junque shoppes all the time. Who came up with that rule? Is this some kind of Green State backlash against Homeland Security or what?
I just wish that guy had been reading a paper! SLAP!!!
THERE HE IS! I just saw his picture when I went and googled this link for the Quechee Antique Mall! Can you pick him out of that lineup? I bet you can!
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yeah, he's scary dweeb in the back, right?
and say, isn't that the pose you made me take when I was suppose to be tearing one of your pieces up?
and did you ever notice how the new Kong has a head like Rooks use to always draw?
For days now, I thought you were making up the word "Quechee".
I hate JacKson's KK. (Oh my gosh! I figured something was amiss!)
When I was at Quechee in November I took a lot of pictures and no one bothered me at all. Must have been the hissy fit you were throwing while showing off your manly muscles ripping up a cheap newspaper...
I told them to manhandle Mark. All they did was tell you to not take pictures? Damn, I want my "roll that bitch" bribe money back!
I never read the Vermont Standard. Wrong paper. A typically flaccid reactionary Pumpie assault on nothing.
Mark, I was home, a mere twenty minutes away. Why didn't you call, you whiner? I thought you were coming NEXT week. My bad.
Great pix, though.
I didn't really expect you to be there. I don't think you hang around the booth anxiously awaiting that King Kong sale. Hell, I bought the paper before I even got there. I was just goofing off.
This was a spur-of-the-moment thing The World's Greatest Cook cooked up when the Big Job crashed and burned. "Great, you can go with ME!" She and a girlfriend were going to Quechee anyway, but the friend bowed out, so I had to do stand-in duty.
It's a long boring story. Be thankful I am stopping now.
I don't think you can technically be the chump date if it's your own wife, Mark...
The amazing disappearing Steve. I spent half a day trying to meet up with him in Marlboro once when he lived down there. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was a made up personality created by three other guys.
Boy, I hope Mark doesn't turn up at my book signing (Escape! How Animation Broke into the Mainstream in the 1990s) at 2 p.m. Jan. 26 at the Springfield Central Library and slap a copy of my book out of my hands! And then rip it up! And he'll probably heckle me at my talk before the signing! Gawd I hope he doesn't show up even though he was the artist of the cover. Thank all is holy I didn't write anything about "King Kong!"
"Boy, I hope Mark doesn't turn up at my book signing (Escape! How Animation Broke into the Mainstream in the 1990s) at 2 p.m. Jan. 26 at the Springfield Central Library and slap a copy of my book out of my hands! And then rip it up!"
He hired me to do that for him.
Huh -- ??
Marc, you wussed on me. Where were you? I still drive around Brattleboro aimlessly, searching for you.
OK, that's not true. I hired Bob to be me, really. Didn't he wine and dine you?
Wait, Bob, I hired YOU to meet with Marc Arsenault five years ago, and you let me down THEN. Mark, don't hire Bob to be your abuse surrogate!
Mike Dobbs said:
"Boy, I hope Mark doesn't turn up at my book signing (Escape! How Animation Broke into the Mainstream in the 1990s)..."
Come to the Cartoon Art Museum in San Francisco and do the same thing, I dare you! Because I'd be there with a copy of that book which I bought last month, by golly! Then you'll see!
Note to Mark: please put a warning up before posting a photo like the first one here. I thought it was one of those angry Al-Quaida videos and was all prepared to go Code Orange.
I was watching the special features on the Peter Jackson King Kong DVD the other day, and there were a lot of people who worked very hard to make that movie, all the while they kept saying, "I sure do hope Mark Martin the cartoonist not the race car driver likes this movie! If he doesn't I'll kill myself!"
I'll bet you never thought about that, did you?
Remember when I got reprimanded by that guy at the giant Pennsylvania flea market with Wayno? He said people got nervous about cameras in case the I.N.S. came in there. were there a bunch of "illegals" at Quiche?
By the way, my "unfettered" posting ability has disappeared. I like the way you appeared on my screen and SLAPPED it off my browser and then tore it up.
It looks like you are turning into "The Hulk" as you rend that newspaper. Those Queechee folk are darn lucky you didn't just rampage around the joint smashing up junque!
Hulk have girly feet. With bruise. On toe.
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