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Loading...*LETTER OF THE WEEK…
My name is J., and I am a follower of Keefism. (“hello J!!”-kk)
That and I just really enjoy your series. Ive been happily reading your
strip since Ralph from Alternate Reality answered my question of “I need
something “Different”” by putting a copy of Dances with Sheep in my hands
and telling me to trust him. Id like to say I follow your strip
religiously, but in today’s lingo that would mean I pretend to read every
day then spend a sunday morning in silent whining that I have to read it.
To date, Ive missed actually getting to meet you in person twice, both by
one day. The first was when The Prophets played UNLV. It wasn’t till the
day after that I realized they had put your band as “Marginal Profits” and
I never made the connection till it was too late. Missed you a few weekends
ago as I didn’t check your site until the day after. Any other times you
plan to be in Vegas, I hope I’ll be able to meet you.
I could probably be a Keef fanboy, wouldn’t mind being called it. I think
your strips are almost too conservative sometimes (kidding!). It would be
fair to say I’m a fanboy actually, as me (some little white guy) turned a
friend (big black guy) onto your comics recently, now he’s hooked on them.
Just a bit of role reversal. I bring up the black friend as I would love to
relate a story. Last weekend or so in Vegas was the Renaissance Faire. This
is where white people with too much money, pretend to live in the old times
without the bad cooking, poor plumbing, disease, and ignorance. They do
this by hooking bagpipes up to amps on a big stage and setting up tents
that sell overpriced pieces of metal sorta like weapons, and food that’s
been fried way too many times to tell if you are eating a doughnut or an
onion ring.
I do not know if you’ve ever been to a faire, but I hope you’ll go, and I
hope, desperately, that someone is there with a camera. The look on my
friend Anthony’s face when two white gals in their olde tyme gettups yelling
“HUZZAH! A MOOR HAS ARRIVED!” and trying to sell him some temporary tattoos
was a look I think only a deer facing a semi could imitate. I assured him
that this is not what all white people do for fun… just the odd ones of
us. He made the observation that with white folk, who could tell what’s odd?
If nothing else, the faire was worth it for one sight. We looked over at
the trashcans at one point and saw a unique thing. A dwarf in a kilt, no
shirt, elbow resting against the can (No taller than said trashcan) With a
beer in one hand, and talking on a cellphone with the other. It’s just
something one does not often see.
I do hope you got a bit of a chuckle out of my letter, and its been awesome
reading your strip, took me awhile to work up the nerve to write, just
silly nervousness. You are one of my three favorite writers by far. (The
others being Neil Gaiman and Neil Stephenson)
-J. the broke lil college student that picks up the Mercury for a free thrill, thanks mostly to a certain comic.
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