So, that’s the key: leave the table a lot, and complain. SUCCESS WILL BE YOURS!!!!

(Historical Notes: Another early sign that I already recognized what a poor fit I was for this environment.  Left to my own devices, I just don’t make the kind of stuff Artist Alley regulars would actually want, which makes the whole act of trying to get them interested in MY stuff an exercise in futile randomness.

EDIT: To my inexpressible shock and amazement, some cleaning up of old stuff actually unearthed the rough draft of the unused comic that this ACTUAL comic alludes to.  Clearly, I never throw out ANY FRICKING THING.)