Harassing Jennie Breedan: Year 3

Greetings, fellow sufferers <3

I wasn't done with my Calgary Comic Expo blog. I still have a few more pictures, eh? This last set focuses mostly on Jennie Breedan.

Eheh... I remember how a I first came across Jennie's work quite a few years ago. Me and my friends were shopping at Sentry Box, a hobby/comic/everything geeky store near downtown, Calgary. They often have out of print and rare models, packs of older Magic sets, like Urza's Saga, cool dice, and stuff that's extremely hard to come by. All at a premium, of course. Anyways, you don't want to shop with me cause I take forever to decide what to buy. It might be comparable to a gal shopping for clothes? I dunno.

One of my friends brought up an issue of a comic book called The Devil's Panties, saying I should buy it because it undoubtedly had smut in it, probably of the devil chick on the cover. After taking half an hour an eternity weighing the benefits of having Death Leaper compared to satan porn, I ended up picking the comic over the gimmicky Warhammer model. Oh, and I bought a lot more shit, too.

The three of us were outraged to find a distinct lack of T and A in the comic later on.

I became amused with the comic when I read it on my own and had time to take it in. I followed the comic off and on the past few years, having noticed the website scrawled somewhere in one of the pages. My delight was beyond what could be considered acceptable when me and my friends stumbled upon her booth a few years later.

Jennie Breedan's cartoonist career leans largely on her ability to convince new people that her semi-autobiographical web cartoon is not satanic pornography. Of that she has been quite successful, quite easily gaining the trust of various people, mostly manchildren, who see fit to throw money at her.

The Canadian Tire money was in her booze tip fund before I got there, I swear.

I think I'm being a bit egotistical here, but I'm pretty sure I've started a meme here. Now I don't have to worry about it being my sole duty to drive her crazy with colourful play money; there'll always be someone each year to perpetuate the act of tossing Canadian Tire coupons into her beer fund.

Yeah, I know. You're asking, "yamgoth, why in the blue fuck are you tossing fake money at that poor girl? You're no better than that asshole at the beginning of Reservoir Dogs who didn't want to give the waitress a tip." Or, "yamgoth, this is like throwing Monopoly money into a Salvation Army basket at Christmas time and pretending it's real." If you thought the latter, you're bad. Worse than me, even. You're horrible. I'm way better than that and would chuck in a roll of Chuck E. Cheese tokens. I ain't that cheap. Monopoly money... jeez...

Naw, there's actually a story behind this. To be honest, I forgot most of the details. Basically, Jennie was leaving some con (Toronto, maybe?), and her vehicle broke down, stranding her and her friends. Fortunately, the Canadians that visited her booth had been giving her a metric fuckton of Canadian Tire money because reasons. Because of this, she was single handedly able to pay for the part that needed to be replaced at a Canadian Tire and her and her companions were able to make their merry way back home to America! and not get kidnapped by a hobo wielding a bent, rusty butter knife (that's not rust, btw).

Unfortunately, three years ago Jennie regaled me with this tale when I was asking about why she had a booze fund dish set up.

And that is why I give her Canadian Tire money. I hope that one day she'll buy a pony transport trailer or a hunting rifle when she's accumulated millions of little five and ten cent bills.

Anyways, I highly recommend having a look at her web comic, The Devil's Panties (it's not satanic porn. God). She's based it on her real life, which practically consists of travelling everywhere and attending conventions to sell merch and harvest story fodder. The content is geekery at its core and silliness at its finest. I guess it's slice of life? I think it's fair to say that she's lived a life most geeks would dream to live, and she's inviting us for the ride. In comics, not literally, dammit!

I mean, some of these situations have some basis in real life and are outright hilarious.
-a pirate use the best pickup line ever.

"Who are you fucking?"
"Umm... you?"
"Good answer!"

Ok, the girl was underage, but still. Fucking pirate, eh?

-one of their friends stab themselves with a spoon while eating yogurt.

-stick a leaf blower under a man's kilt and let it rip full blast (they ain't wearing anything underneath heh heh).

-What NOT to say in bed

-running around naked because she skipped laundry for the whole month or something.

-masquerading around convention grounds as an ogre.

-having a goth chick as a friend who wears a shirt that say, "I fucked your girlfriend," every other panel or so.

She updates daily. Shenanigans for days, bitches!

I've spoken a lot, and I should probably get to the pictures. Although... I was a bit apprehensive about posting them because, well, I am in them. I mean, I do want to maintain a bit of anonymousity, but when you got Regidar and Pen Stroke with their mugs posted infrequently on the site, and Lady Froey sometimes on her livestream, it does seem rather fun. I mean, it's not like anybody knows their real names or whatever, and that's how the trolls get your docs[/insincere self comfort].

But I do want to show a friend and a big fan of Jennie's that I touched her and she didn't. Yeah, Eritta. I'm talking to you. *raspberry*

I think I'll ease myself into this first.

Originally posted on Bad Horse's user page as a form of hero worship.

HOLY FUCK. I'm holding Pocky ^_^

Hwe hwill kaptohr eet fohr Kay-oohssss!!!

A photography company was hosting digital photos at the con and you could green screen yourself onto a bazzin background. Unfortunately, you couldn't see the background on the monitor and only the green screen; I couldn't see where I was pointing. I'll chalk it up to being in character. Chaos Cultists ain't the brightest.

...Pretty sure those were zombies converging in the centre.

Also... I am now convinced "yamgoth" can be mistaken as a horrible racial slur or at least an accurate summation of what stereotypes I convey. I'm... bad? Whoopsie doodles.

Yeah, she grabbed my phone and started taking selfies. T'was a pleasant surprise. I just wanted to take pictures of her.

What they say about showering before conventions is true.

Various shades of shock. Or diarrhea face?

Attempting to do some DaVinci code symbiology with our mouths. We're trying to do the symbol for womb. This seems rather appropriate. I guess.

Duckface caught me off guard.

Her attendants were making her a fresh sandwich. Security, assistant, chef, all rolled into one!

Goddamn, I love her boots. It may be my foot fetish talking, but I love good looking boots. She even draws herself with those boots in her comic :D A company called "New Rocks" makes them.

Jennie does do smut comics in the form of Id. It's not satanic porn, but it is porn.

For those who are of a dirty mind, I would like to link it, but due to site rules blah blah blah. Search up "Filthy Figments" and "Id". Or it should be linked on her Devil's Panties site.

The site is basically porn comics all made by women. Id is about a gal and a guy and their sexual adventures of being naked in every single panel they're drawn into. This is the plot btw. There are hilarious situations, like [redacted to protect the eyes and minds of the younglings], even while watching Buffy XD!

The site is a premium site, so you'll have to pay for access, but there are a few sample comics.

I do not know how she got away with selling those volumes at her booth.

I got her to draw a ponified version of herself :]

I didn't end up going to Otafest this year. My wallet was begging for me to stop abusing it, and surprisingly I listened.

I do have some amusing photos from previous years, though. I swear, anime fans are a special kind of rabid.

-YM