Well, I just got back from Comic-Con. The show was good, and utterly crazy. I feel like crap right now, but here's a preview:
I was buying a book of
Dave Kellett, when a loud and frustrated voice boomed "I am not drawing anymore fucking cartoons!"
"Can you draw me Bugs Bunny?" I asked without turning around.*
There behind me was the really quite large and tremendously successful comic artist,
Scott Kurtz. "KURTZ SMASH!" roared the cartoonist, crushing me in his mighty fist.
So there you have it. I got killed by an internet celebrity at Comic-Con.
*I actually said nothing, but a part of me wishes I was this obnoxious.