Chapter 17 | Page 3b: Hot Stuff

Today’s page takes us back to Ralph’s Diner, where Captain Heroic proves—once again—that nothing rattles him… not even a surprise soup bath.

Hailey is mortified, Captain Heroic is dripping, and somewhere across the diner, Yazmine Velour is livestreaming the whole thing as heart emojis rain from the internet. It’s a small moment, but one that says a lot about who Cap really is—and why people can’t help falling for him.

Transcript

Panel 1
Hailey (distraught that she has dumped hot soup on Captain Heroic): Omigod Omigod Omigod…

Captain Heroic (turning to another person eating at the diner): Excuse me. Would you hand me a napkin, please? (The person hands him a napkin)

Panel 2

Hailey: I’m so sorry Captain Heroic, sir. I didn’t mean to — {sob}

Panel 3

Captain Heroic (handing her the napkin): Here. Please don’t cry.

Panel 4

Captain Heroic (continues): Most of my first impressions involve disintegration rays. And actual impressions. In concrete.

Panel 5

Captain Heroic: This was far more pleasant — not counting the bay leaf in my shirt.Yazmine Velour (as she livestreams the interaction from the other side of the diner, a torrent of heart emojis flow from her phone as the audience reacts): Omigod Omigod Omigod

After Dark

This week's commissioned MicroFic delivers exactly what you’d want from a pairing between Dynasty and Father Christmas.

  • Yes, he lives up to his name.

  • Yes, Dynasty knew exactly what she was doing.

  • No, the North Pole will never be the same.

I also posted the Goblin Girl MicroFic from the Monster Girl poll — and the response was so good, I might need to make these poll-powered MicroFics a recurring thing!

NYCC 08: Con Report — Saturday, part 2


By the end of the day Saturday, I had sold all of my copies of the How To Make Webcomics as well as all the copies of Evil Inc Annual Report Vol. 1 and almost all the copies of Evil Inc Annual Report Vol. 2 and Evil Inc Annual Report Vol. 3.

Luckily, my wife had actually formed a plan for exactly that eventuality. She did a little research and found out that you can ship packages via Greyhound. I gotta give Greyhound its proper credit. I always sneered at the thought of taking a bus to an event — preferring the train or a car for local events. But Greyhound was amazingly easy, very clean and comfortable, and — get this — ludicrously cheap.

My trip to New York cost me about $21 — round trip. I couldn’t get there by train one way for that. And they made the trip in about an hour-and-a-half both times.

Plus, when I called my wife and told her about the sell-outs, she told me that she could ship me more books via Greyhound. She packaged a bunch of HTMW books and a bunch of Vol. 2 books I had left over, and she dropped them off at the Greyhound station in Philly at 7 p.m.

At 9:30 p.m., I walked over to the Port Authority Bus Terminal and picked the box up. Absolutely no problems whatsoever.

The thirty-pound box cost $20 to ship. Do you know how badly FedEx or UPS would have stung me for that?

Greyhound was a key reason at that NYCC was such a great convention for me.

And here’s another reason. I met a tremendous selection of cool Evil Inc readers. You guys are the main reason I look forward to conventions the way kids look forward to Christmas! We talked comics, traded gossip, and just generally enjoyed the convention together. I can’t thank you all enough for coming out.


All except for this guy. —->
He tried to steal my banner. I had to throw down with a little Kung Fu. Lessons were learned…