From yesterthread:
Rembrandt36
July 10, 2014 at 11:38 pm
I’ve been to comic con. At least 1/4 of the people that go are cosplayers. Nice to see not one damn cosplayer in this illustration.
Happy now? Holly is initially taken aback to find Marvel supervillain Doctor Doom lurking behind her. Luckily for her, though, as one of the most intelligent humans in the Marvel Universe, the Doctor has already memorized all the comic book inventory on the floor, and magnanimously assists Holly in her quest.
You’d think the comic book seller would make a little more of an effort to run after a prospective sale. You’d think that he’d keep #115, “the rarest of the run,” in a protective slab instead of (misfiled!) in a bin for conventioneers to paw through. You’d think that by now I’d have stopped looking for logic within the panels of a Funky Winkerbean comic.
Today’s strip wasn’t available for preview.
The three amigos check in at what looks like the San Diego Marriott Marquis & Marina, already decked out their Comic-Con attire: John’s exchanged his customary black t-shirt with a Batman logo for a black t-shirt with an even bigger Batman logo, Crazy Harry wears a Jedi outfit, and Holly has gotten out the fabric marker to make her own Komix Korner pink t-shirt; all three are sporting their smirkiest smirks.
TB pivots from an industry about which he clearly knows little, to one that he professes to understand well…and still gets it wrong. Anyone who’s worked in or around the print industry knows that if a printer fucks up the job , he eats it; he re-runs the whole job at his own expense, not charging the client for a “correction run.” Meanwhile TB amuses himself, if no one else, by name-dropping himself, and (mis-)quoting his Crankshaft strip from a month ago.
Son of Stuck Funky 
