Showcase 91-93 (Manhunter 2070): These are the juice, those are the words of the Omega Effect. Trust in metal.
Captain America Dead Men Running 1-3: Danijel Zezelj has turned bad scripts into good comics and turned good scripts into great comics, and these are rumored to be more latter than former. In keeping with Marvel's public pretense towards giving people a chance while privately treating them like unwanted garbage, his name is spelled wrong in the first issue's credits. We'll see!
Blackhawk 1-2: Chaykin.
Sinner 1: Muñoz.
Rocco Vargas A Game of Gods: Torres.
Aces 3-5: Airplane pilots, dudes who smoke, clean line stuff. Tasty!
Drawn and Quarterly 9: Thought this was something else. It isn't.
Batman 233: Some Dick Sprang reprints in the back, but the main story is the real draw here: Bruce Wayne versus Bruce Wayne, for the life of Bruce Wayne, who will be executed at midnight for the murder of Bruce Wayne. Batman is also involved?
Voyages: Faux-Heavy Metal cover, and the credits list Chaykin, Toth, Vess and Rick fuckin' Geary. We call that a squadron.
John Carter of Mars 1-3: Guy almost paid me to get these out of the way. Think the landfill was the next stop. Marsh!
Inside Moebius 6, Intégrale Chaland 3, Intégrale Chaland 4 and Le dernier des Mohicans: These are all from the famed Alca table, which was sequestered in the final row, next to the people selling bedsheets with horny anime girl pictures on them. First time at the convention, and they seemed pretty satisfied with their sales when Sunday rolled around. That's no small feat, as the books are pretty expensive and their credit card machine was a bigger anti-American than Gary Groth. Untranslated? Sure, but that's the way things go sometimes. Consider the likelihood of a future onslaught of Chaland in English (low), factor in the route all previous Moebius releases take in this country (out of print immediately) and you'll end up pulling out those French textbooks from college before you know it. As an alternative, there were things like Le derneir des Mohicans, a violent adaptation that deals more in abstract, wordless panels than it does in text. Solidarité!