I was at a fairly large comic convention last week in Montreal, where I had a great time, and watched poor Arthur Suydam get molested by the internet for something he didn’t actually do. (Ah, mob mentalities, where we would we be without you?)
But this weekend, I’m NOT at the big convention…and all of you ARE.
Have a happy Comicon, San Diego Peeples. Kiss Batman for me. I’ll be here in line for Ant-Man and all the Happy Meal toys when you get back.
Ty the Guy OUT!
Your Bonus Bits are some Convention Stories from Bun Toons Past. Who says this isn’t the Rabbit Age of Comics?
Who says? I need names.
And that’s the REAL reason why it’s best not to go out in public. The potential for humiliation is always looming. ALWAYS.