THe FReCKLeD FINGeR

Wow, the New York Comic Convention... Good Lord, was I nervous to attend this 'event'.  Not in an entirely good nervous, but more of a 'well there ya have it, by entering these doors, your life is making a quick right hand turn down, what the French call: You'll-never-see-a-vagina-ville.'

You know, I've heard and read all of the jokes and gripes about how the geeks and nerds that attend said comic conventions, are all probably virgins and have never seen a naked woman without previously logging in... as I am hear writing yet another joke about it - therefore, I'm no better.

Though to be completely candid, I think these fanboys have more sex than an Iraqi school girl who accidentally stumbled onto a US Army base.  I know, when all is said and done, when the lightsabers have been shut off, and the glasses and retainers have been taken off - there is not a bathroom stall in that whole convention center that wasn't being occupied by 1-9 people having angry Jedi sex... angry, angry Wookie on Ork sex (if you were lucky enough to open the right stall).

That's all I have.  I am not better than all of you, I actually commend you and wish you the best of luck in all future endeavours.  You are, after all, the ones who may one day, make me a successful cartoonist.  So forgive me if I have offended you - 'dem wuz juz jokes!