Most people understand the constant peril a cartoonist is in – we all get paper cuts, we all have to jello wrestle Joe Quesada, and we all get chlamydia (though rarely from Joe Quesada).
But here are the…
Here is the sad, sad, sad part.
Whenever Big Bang Theory is on, I end up paying no attention to any scene that takes place in the comic shop, because I literally scan the walls and bins for my work. I’ve only caught my stuff two or three times on the show, but that’s enough for the syndrome to settle in.
It’s far worse than paper cuts, but about the same as jello-wrestling Joe Quesada.
Ty the Guy OUT!
Of course, the REAL comic book hazard is this one: