JOSH: I got a great idea for a product. It's perfect, it fills a needs, solves a common problem.
TAD: But you have absolutely NO engineering knowhow, seed capital, or business acumen whatsoever!
JOSH: ABSOLUTELY none. In fact, LESS than none, considering what information I DO have is irrevocably flawed.
JOSH: So what do I DO with my idea? I mean, it is SO great!
How do I CASH IN without having to do anything HARD?
TAD: If there's really NOTHING you can do with it yourself, you have three options.
You can TURN IT OVER to the world, to someone who CAN do something with it.
You can cling to it, and nine years from now when somebody else comes up with it independently, moan that it was your idea.
OR, you can write a letter to the President of Inventions explaining your idea, and he'll send you a form to fill out with a check to follow.
CAPTION: NINE YEARS LATER
OFFPANEL VOICE: ...have developed a way to reprocess COW METHANE into JET FUEL.
JOSH: THAT WAS MY FRIKKIN IDEA
TAD: Man, EVERYBODY picks option two.
{{Header: come up with WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{Alt-text: Writing to the President of Inventions is like writing to Santa Claus, except that the President of Inventions is a notorious intellectual-property thief and Santa Claus is imaginary.}}
Writing to the President of Inventions is like writing to Santa Claus, except that the President of Inventions is a notorious intellectual-property thief and Santa Claus is imaginary.
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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