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Portrait of the cartoonist as a young woman.
And no sooner do I post that last than Jenn calls to check up on some blurbage for an upcoming comics show. I give her something defensive and rah-rah, about simple mysteries and unfair denigration, something that flies my McCloudian colors, and then she says, “Go read Dylan’s journal.” —She’s talking about fellow Girlamaticker Dylan Meconis, Pants Presser and contributor to the aforementioned Wary Tales.
“In a minute,” I say. “I’m at work.” (It’s true. I am. But on a break, now. Honest.)
“No, really,” she says. “Go read it now. You’ll like it.”
She was right. So now I’m telling you: go read it.
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