tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post4526229985885671623..comments2023-07-04T10:09:14.711-04:00Comments on jabberous: Dooky 1Mark Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799399359022340724noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-23878979745256817182007-04-18T20:12:00.000-04:002007-04-18T20:12:00.000-04:00My job trained me out of that- sort of- I have to...My job trained me out of that- sort of- I have to set up so many large events and conferences (boring medical ones, not fun comic book ones) that I am now suave and confident in nearly any social situation. ALMOST. 85% of the time I'm fine- but the rest of the time I, too, say "tits" in public. Okay, maybe not tits, but I do tend to say dork-tastic things and then laugh, or reference something goofball.<BR/><BR/>Then again, I have much less fun at big meetings than I used to when I was higher on the dorkus scale. If I hang around the Teamster guys who set up the conference halls I can let my hair down- but around the MDs, even the ones I know, I have to stand off to the side and nod to make sure I don't embarrass my company.BonzoGalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09198377969348424961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-34989930142890768422007-04-18T17:05:00.000-04:002007-04-18T17:05:00.000-04:00Unfortunately, it sounded like jed was describing ...Unfortunately, it sounded like jed was describing me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-13387146035188517632007-04-18T07:47:00.000-04:002007-04-18T07:47:00.000-04:00Aw crud!I had typed a great thing about Eddie and ...Aw crud!<BR/>I had typed a great thing about Eddie and Jackie and Mr. Hagler and old doo doo comics, and it didn't take!<BR/>And I have a google name, but it hasn't gotten in for the last several days.<BR/><BR/>I'm signing in "old school now."<BR/><BR/>Sigh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-48889452006729653492007-04-17T20:29:00.000-04:002007-04-17T20:29:00.000-04:00This is from me:I KNOW! Chunky square-shaped Dooky...This is from me:<BR/><BR/>I KNOW! Chunky square-shaped Dooky comics could have prevented SO MUCH chaos in the comics industry! I try not to think about it. It makes my stomach hurt!Mark Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04799399359022340724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-18767641249547940142007-04-17T20:27:00.000-04:002007-04-17T20:27:00.000-04:00This is from eeTeeD. Blogger is still discriminati...This is from eeTeeD. Blogger is still discriminating -<BR/><BR/>"...your blog won't let me in. i might have to set up<BR/>a new account.<BR/><BR/>anyway, here's what i typed...<BR/><BR/>dennis kitchen said NO? maybe he would still be in<BR/>business if he had said yes!"Mark Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04799399359022340724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-24598783880968936632007-04-17T19:11:00.000-04:002007-04-17T19:11:00.000-04:00I relate to the social anxiety stuff--I also have ...I relate to the social anxiety stuff--I also have this apparent impulse for self-sabotage. It seems that whatever is the exact wrong thing to say or do, I'll discover what it is, and do exactly that thing. I'm practically guaranteed to do what is precisely the most socially innapropriate thing for any given occasion. It's uncanny! And really, it's usually the most inocuous stuff, but it just happens to be stuff that has a way of making me and everyone else in the room uncomfortable. <BR/><BR/>Well, to be accurate, This isn't so much, "as a rule", but my endurance breaks down the larger the group, and the longer I'm exposed to that group. For short periods of time and in small gatherings I'm practically charming. In a mammoth convention hall filled with people, some, whom I admire, others who are practically heros of mine--well I might as well just pack it in. I'm ready at any moment to blurt out something like, "tits!"<BR/><BR/>Ok I'm not THAT bad. But close. According to my friend Jesse Reklaw I apparently have no social mask. The technical term for this is: "spazitis".<BR/><BR/>And yes, buying a plane ticket (someone usually lets me sleep on their floor, so I don't have to pay for a hotel) for the purpose of this apalling excercise seems like the height of extravagance and stupidity. Extravagant stupidity even. Especially considering what it ends up costing me in therapy afterwards. So, not quite bread winner anxiety, but how-are-we-going-to-pay-off-the-credit-cards anxiety.<BR/><BR/>So, you know, I relate. Or DO I?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-43517840399452856722007-04-17T18:23:00.000-04:002007-04-17T18:23:00.000-04:00Boy! Your lettering sure has improved.Boy! Your lettering sure has improved.Bennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13378563734028666985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19273409.post-7902309381174426272007-04-17T09:06:00.000-04:002007-04-17T09:06:00.000-04:00I meant TMNT art, but whatever...I meant TMNT art, but whatever...Mark Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04799399359022340724noreply@blogger.com