So. When I first moved to San Francisco, I had a summer internship at the Cartoon Art Museum. Once the internship ended, I continued to go into the museum from time to time, but I started drifting away from it. My two-week job at Viz had extended to a full-time receptionist position, I was living in Pacifica with a coworker and had a massive commute to and from the city, and Narbonic kept me pretty busy. I didn't make the time to come in and man the admissions desk at the museum every week.
One day I was showing a couple of online friends, people from the MST3K Usenet group (it all keeps coming back to the Usenet group), around San Francisco. We stopped at the museum, and I said hi to Jenny, the curator. There were two volunteers at the admissions desk: a Japanese woman, and a dark-haired man I immediately wrote off as the kind of good-looking guy who would never even look my way. He was trying to talk manga with the Japanese volunteer. After watching her struggle politely to understand his mangled attempts at pronunciation, I stepped forward and told him how to say Osamu Tezuka's name.
Gals, this is an excellent way to pick up men. Men love it when you correct them. Especially on subjects they consider themselves to be experts on. It's their favorite thing.
I still don't know why I thought it was a good idea to write down my URL and pass it to the guy behind the counter, the guy I had just schooled on his own turf, the guy who was miles and miles out of my league. Afterwards, my friends and I laughed about it. And agreed he was cute.
The email I got on Monday began: "It's me. That guy from the Cartoon Museum of Art. No, not the other guy. No, not the Japanese girl. Yeah, that one..."
Like there'd been anyone else in the room for me.
Andrew gave me these pinups after we'd been hanging out at the museum for a few weekends. I started coming in every Saturday, and so did he. We spent every Saturday afternoon behind the admissions desk, talking, joking, and insulting the patrons. Sometimes we went out to dinner afterwards. Andrew had moved to San Francisco that January, after an unsatisfying year temping in Boston. He had been ready to give up on San Francisco, too, until he happened on a Craigslist ad for the Cartoon Art Museum. Now he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. I felt the same way. We were rapidly becoming best friends.
When he handed me these drawings, I squealed and bounced around in a circle. They were the most beautiful, unbelievable drawings of my characters I could ever have imagined. They still are.
Leon Arnott (l
I must say that these character drawings definitely stand out from the other fanworks, as they manage to exquisitely capture the idealised personas of the Narbonic characters - the Platonic forms that they each want to be, and strive to live up to. Good job, Mr. Farago.
Jeffrey Channing Wells (jaychanning
And fanart is, apparently, an excellent way to pick up women.
Matt Katinas (nidoking
Actually, you may not be far off on the "correcting men as a good way to hit on them" idea. It shows more than a passing interest in his hobby, and a good source of intellectual discussion. If a woman ever manages to show me how to improve my tactical software, she's in like absurdly hot weather in March.
Paul Gadzikowski (pgadzikowski
I may always remember year nineteen of my marriage as the year my wife started writing Doctor Who
Rachel S. (masamage
I just noticed how Mell's hair gets increasingly disheveled as this feature goes on. That makes me happy.
kate martin (juliansinger
I (finally) created an account pretty much solely to grin happily at your nostalgia. (Though it's good fanart, too.)
John Wells (johnwwells
Farago Dave really needs his own spin-off.
L H (gloriouspeanut
Paul K (mnementh
That is all.
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