Category Archives: Convention Stories

Unseen Batman Art…unseen by me, at least.

A good number of years ago, I had the lovely privilege of getting to draw a McDonalds Happy Meal box (original art for sale HERE) featuring Batman, Robin and their supporting cast of villains.   I was sent a set of the toys available with the promotion…

And I still have the original artwork (which you can see for sale on this very blog…).  But I never got a chance to see the actual box itself as it was only part of an American promotion, and we didn’t get the boxes here in the Northern land of frozen igloos and French hockey.    But at a convention a couple of months ago, I was given a copy of the box in mint condition from a fan.  Very Cool!

That’s the “front” (if there is such a thing on a Happy Meal Box).

And that’s the back.  I’m delighted with how it looks in colour, and delighted that my copy is flat, and free of French Fry grease.  It’s one of the few things I’ve done that I never had a copy of, and though it was a long wait, I’m really happy to have the box.

Of course it turns out, I could have bought one off of ebay for two bucks.  But how was I to know?

As for today, I’m back to work drawing Batman doing something awful with a toaster, I’ll let you know when it’s coming out (soon, I hope).

Ty the Guy OUT!

Here now, your bonus Gotham City/McDonalds moment.

FanExpo report: First day.

Hectic.  Busy.  Exhausted.  And we’re only finished Thursday.

This FanExpo thing is getting bigger every time, and they’ve left the Earth’s orbit as of this year.  I didn’t get a moment to breathe, and for a Thusday, that’s a sign that this convention is rocking.  There were a thousand people to say hi to there that I don’t much get a chance to see, and for most of them, it was only a second I got as we were all swamped with fans.  I got maybe three seconds with Yannick Paquette, thirty seconds with Ken Steacy, forty five seconds with Salgood Sam, a few minutes with some of the guys from Heroes of the North, and a full five minutes with Richard Comely, creator of Captain Canuck.   I had a lovely SIX minutes with Playboy cartooning genius, Doug Sneyd, who I met last year, but it’s delightful to see him again.

This man introduced me to the art of cartooning, AND naked girls when I was a teenager. Beat THAT!

Many a former student was there, some of them in their own booths, pushing their own material, and this aging teacher couldn’t have been more proud.  I saw some of their portfolios that are being put together for a chance to meet Marvel and DC editors, and WOW!  these guys are all going to be MY boss someday.  I had the tremendous fun of leading many of the gang from Holmes Incorporated in their first big convention panel, talking about the process of creating comics, and we had easily a hundred some-odd people in attendance.  I hope I didn’t talk too much (I’m sure I did) but everyone on the panel had a ball taking questions and talking about the making of funny books.

Today, I’m hoping for a special treat:

Come to me, my child. I am your father...your FAAAATHER!

MARTIN LANDAU is a guest at THIS convention!  Long time readers of this blog might recall that Martin played my father, Charles Templeton, in a film about Billy Graham that came out a while back.  The film portrayed my father as, more or less, an agent of Satan, sent to Earth to tempt Billy into leaving god. (You can read the whole bizarre story HERE.)   So today, I’m hoping to get a moment with Mr. Landau, just to talk about the movie.  It’s pretty rare to see a blood relative portrayed by an Academy Award winning actor, and even more rare to get a chance to meet him….if I get a spare three minutes, that is.

Wish me luck.

Ty the Guy OUT!

Omni-Man Convention Comics Bun Toons, YAY!

And just like a convention, I'm giving out the free sketch!

I have a special BUN TOONS for you this week:  one I drew at a convention a few months back.  I’ll not name con-organizer names, but it was a fairly slow one, with not that many people in artist alley, and plenty of time for all us pencil jockeys to pass the hours doing something other than talking to fans.   It all started when someone asked if I could sketch Omni-Man and I told them I needed reference, so they headed out to find me some…and never came back.    Now, I knew Omni-Man looked sort of like this:

Winner of the coveted "worst father in the history of comics" award.

But I couldn’t really recall the details of his outfit at the time, so I started sketching the silly story below while I waited for the fan that never returned…

My son, Kellam, is the world’s greatest INVINCIBLE fan, so I’m aware of the character, and knew I was mucking about with someone dressed far more like the Silver Age Captain Marvel, so no letters please…I thought it might be fun to share where my brain goes when I have a pencil, a sketchbook, and nothing to do.

Ty the Guy OUT!

Here now, your BONUS Omni-Man comic book moment:

I have no idea who this guy is...

And now your bonus, bonus Omni Comics Moment:

Does anyone remember this magazine but me? Am I that old and geeky?

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For last week's BUN TOON, featuring my take on DC's new reboot, click the image

For Every Bun Toon ever, click the bunny's ears.

 

Convention report from Fan Appreciation Day

Every year in Toronto Hobbystar puts on a “Fan Appreciation Event” – a wonderful convention where the set-up is a little different from most comic cons.  The admission is free, and it’s about giving back to the fans, rather than trying to gouge them of money.  This year the guest list was impressive as Hades with Ethan Van Sciver, Patrick Gleason, Koi Pham, Geoff Darrow, Chris Sprouse, Dale Keown, Bob McLeod, Marcus To, Francis Manapul, Leonard Kirk, Dave Ross, Richard Pace and too many more comic book guys to mention, along with Captain of the Enterprise (and Ferris Bueller’s best pal) Alan Ruck, Richard Hatch (the one from space, not from Survivor) and Dominic (Enterprise) Keating, and more, more, more!

And a handful of cosplayers, but only a handful.

With free admission, you’d have expected this thing to be packed to the rafters with wall to wall fanboys and girls, especially since Hobbystar is the same group that puts on the mega-convention FAN EXPO every year (Canada’s biggest con show).

So I can’t explain what happened.  It was, at best, lightly attended.  And a good chunk of the people that came by our section of Artist’s Alley were not really comic fans, but families looking for something to do on a weekend.

Templeton sketch Hulk. Hulk for young child. Child like Hulk.

When I’m at Fan Appreciation Event, my rule is that everyone gets a sketch who asks for one, so my table is usually fairly busy.  But there were some surprising lulls.  Every now and then I’d see some of the biggest names there with no one to talk to, which surprised me.  I hope we’re not oversaturating the market in Toronto with too many of these…I know when I was a kid living in the Big Smoke, we’d only get a convention every couple of years, so they were really big deals to us.

Okay, enough griping, here’s the good stuff.

I got to hang with Ethan Van Sciver for a while, and we compared notes on our calling out of the fraud-who-must-not-be-named.  The level of boyish glee in recounting how he told an armed man to “…sit the $#@! down!” was in such dichotomy to the content of the story, I couldn’t have been more charmed by it all.  As we both went back to our tables to talk to the folks waiting for us, Ethan went to shake my hand, and as I have done consistently since Obama was elected, I raised my knuckles to fist bump him.  He asked why, and I said “It was the age of Obama”.  Ethan, in classy fashion, fist bumped me back, but said with a grin, “I can’t wait to shake your hand someday”.  I burst out laughing.  And now Ethan is officially my favorite Republican, cause THAT’S how you talk politics and stay friends.

Speaking of the fraud-who-cannot-be-named….at the convention I was presented with a fraud-team hockey jersey (that the convention organizer Kevin Boyd had acquired somewhere) to do with what I wished…it’s pictured here, being held up by Pitt/New Warriors/Dream Detectives artist Richard Pace.

If you're wondering, the logo image was actually drawn by J. Scott Campbell

I didn’t know what to do with it…other than toss it in a urinal and ask con-goers is they wanted to piss on it for ten dollars a spray, all for charity.   But my wife didn’t want me to just hand it back without a plan in place,  and had a con-fab with Ethan, who agreed that they should get comic book creators to sign the shirt and then it could be handed over to a Hero Initiative rep.   (It eventually turned out that there wasn’t a Hero Initiative rep there, so event organizer Kevin Boyd–who had hoped to be done with the shirt which is why he gave it to Ty in the first place!–took it upon himself to take it with him to the next few big cons to get a few more signatures, before passing it onto Hero Initiative–Keiren)

 

Defacing clothing for charity.

To make it fun, all the artists who drew something on the shirt signed our names underneath someone else’s sketch so that they’re all sort-of fraudulent in some way.

Ethan signs his name to a blank part of the shirt.

The last I heard, the shirt is heading for a convention in Pittsburgh, where the remaining blank spots will be filled in and the whole meshuga will be donated to HERO.  I hope it goes for big bucks, as HERO is one of my favorite charities: it raises money for retired comic book professionals in dire straights (such as Gene Colan, Russ Heath and others whose medical expenses threaten their ability to make the rent each month).

I finished off the weekend’s sketching with a drawing of my website mascot “Ty-bunny” for Ethan’s wife,  Sharis Bunny Van Sciver.  Since we share a bunny in our name, and she’s an instructor for the NRA, there was little choice but to arm the furry rodent to the teeth with weapons.

Deadly, deadly rabbit.

All in all, I had a terrific time with my all my comic book peeps, including folks I talk to online all the time, but rarely get to see in person, so I’m glad I went.   If only it hadn’t put me two more days behind on all the stuff I’m always late with…sigh.  Back to the drawing board, literally.

Ty the Guy OUT!

Now, your cosplay bonus moment:

I'll bet you this woman is actually fairly shy, and would never dress like this any other day of the year.

Bun Toons and Fans! Like PB and J!

Is it Saturday again?  Damn this calendar and its relentless march!

(Or is it September?)

I am bunny, hear me roar - In numbers too big to ignore.

I can only be a nice guy for SO LONG before I snap.  It’s what bunnies are like.

(CLICK HERE for the comic strip about the big bad mean man who made me cry.)

That’s it for today…see you here tomorrow for the best Convention Sketch I’ve done, like EVER.   It’s a commission I did at home, and I actually like it…that never happens.

TY THE GUY OUT!

Here now, your comic book moment of zen.

The KEVIN FAN. Saturday Morning Toons!

Try to escape the power of the Bun Toon! It's hopeless! You're all trapped!

I’m off at the FanExpo convention all weekend, pushing the Holmes Inc. book and sketching for the comics peeps.  But I’ve saved a True-Life Adventure to share with you from a convention from years past.  Another factual story pulled from a sketchbook, every word of this is verbatim from the original conversation.  Read on…if you DARE!

Of course, darn near everyone I’ve ever met at a convention was the nicest person evah!  This story is from many years ago, precisely because it’s been so long since I came across someone this rude.  But we all get ’em sometimes, and it’s best to laugh, or there’d be too many arrests.

See you at the convention!  ( Remember that I’m at P66A in Artists’ Alley, or from 2-4pm at the Toronto Cartoonists Workshop booth #4009.) Or see you online!

Go here for the epic Hulk vs. Buddha fight!! And here for Superman vs. Jesus!

TY THE GUY OUT!

Here now, your comic book convention moment of zen.

Bunny Funny

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Many years ago, back when Ty and I were first living together, we went on a trip to New York that was to be capped off by our first convention together.  A chance to see Ty in his environment, in his element, with his peeps.  Heh.

My first sign of trouble was that Ty had never heard of the con before, “Odyssey Trek–what the heck kind of a name is that?”  The second sign of trouble was in the hotel lobby, “Honey,” I asked in a slightly confused voice, “Why is there a Klingon baby in a stroller?”.  Yep.  He’d been invited to a Star Trek convention.  Star Trek–not Star Trek comics, Star Trek.  Turns out one of the organizers was a huge Ty Templeton fan and really didn’t care that the rest of the committee apparently couldn’t see the point of inviting Ty–he wanted to meet Ty, so by God, he invited Ty.

It was a long weekend.

To be fair, Ty loves Star Trek and happily counts himself as a Trekkie (and defiantly so–won’t use the term “Trekker” and mocks those who do).  He was thrilled speechless to write a Star Trek mini last year.  But back then–

It was a long weekend.

I was threatened by the Klingon bodyguards when I tried to stand near Ty at a signing table–turns out he was beside Gowron, Chancellor of the Klingon Empire.  I believe I threatened to emasculate a few of them.

It was a long weekend.

 

Keiren