Okay, craziness. It's like those people who play Ouija board and don't realize what kind of trouble they are getting themselves into when they say "prove that you are here!!" I was playing around with magic a few nights ago...I wrote this whiny entry, and had somehow managed to summon a response from the great webcomic god T. Campbell. Huh?! People actually read my journal?! Does he have an army of Google Bots at his disposal or something?!
Now I feel really bad, because T. had linked my comic, presumably concerned about my current state of mind. I feel really pathetic and embarrassed by my self-pitying ramblings...man, I played with fire here.
T., if you are reading this, I hope you understand that I hold no hard feelings toward you, and was really just joking around. I invoked your name carelessly to generate connotations of polemic sentiment, but never, ever, in any way, meant to harm you and your work, which I admire and respect to the fullest.
...AND IF ANYBODY ASKS, MY CHARACTERS ARE ON CALL 24 HOURS A DAY, READY TO HAVE YOUR TEXTBOOK COVER BABIES!
I'm just a pissant comic artist. Please don't smite me.
Oddly though, this is not the weirdest paranormal webcomic phenomena I have experienced. On a later day, I shall give you the incident that will prove that there is such a thing as "Fred Gallagher Senses." No joke.
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bryanyw) wrote,
surprised
