My life in six lines or fewer

A few days ago I received a mailer from the Pittsburgh Comicon - the cover image changes from year to year, but it's amusing how those at the con have managed to put out the same basic show advertisement since I first attended with my dad nearly 15 years ago.  I remember being so excited getting this in the mail when I was younger - I even took a copy one year and had golden age Green Lantern creator Mart Nodell sign it (a story for another time to be sure).  Heck, I might even still have it stored away in a box somewhere.  Anyway, this year's mailer features a cover by Tom Mandrake with the Spectre, a character he's known for, and...a skull.

If you take a peek inside, you'll eventually stumble upon this:

This is quite a thrill, of course.  Seeing your name in print is always fun (unless you're, I don't know, getting arrested and it's in the police blotter or something), and this time is no exception, though it's a little disconcerting to think that everything I've worked so hard to accomplish in the realm of comics can be summed up (rather nicely at that) in just about six full lines of text.  I suppose that most of the comic professionals got just as much space, so perhaps this makes it look like we've had the same number of accomplishments.  Two sides of the same coin, perhaps.

Once again my "right next to Scott McDaniel" thunder was stolen by Jeff McComsey, the man who shares the same first seven letters of my name.  Perhaps I will meet him at the show, and we will fight.  But perhaps not.