" You know who THAT is? That's Bobby Pflugelblager"
"I don't know who that is "
"Bobby Pflugelblager is RAD. He's SUPER active on the cracked.com fan forums, PLUS Drew Carey re-tweeted one of his twitpics like a year ago."
"WHOA"
"He's got a music-review tumblr full of SICK MP3s, AND he self-published a Kindle book of paranormal post-apocalyptic erotica."
"I follow him on Twitter AND once got an @ reply when I found a typo on one of his zazzle shirts"
"That kid is INCREDIBLE! "
"But what can you say to him, you know? " I've been stalking you online, your last.fm is amazing and I think we would get along well together?""
"NO. We're kept at arm's length by the Kabuki of politeness. We have to ROLEPLAY as people who AREN'T invisible connected, pretending we ACTUALLY don't know everything we know. And for WHAT? So we can talk about the WEATHER with someone we deeply admire?"
"Maybe just stand next to him and say real loudly to someone else "My favourite sexual position is with a werewolf in a crater.""
{{header: gaze softly at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: if you make a habit of saying this loudly whenever you enter a crowd, the right kinds of friends will seek YOU out}}
if you make a habit of saying this loudly whenever you enter a crowd, the right kinds of friends will seek YOU out
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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