In which I reveal that I am a cartooning whore.

Feb 2000. I've mentioned the Hot Dog Lady before (she ran a cart right outside the English building) - and after that first strip I did where she was a character she just lost her mind with how awesome it was. So what could I do? About this time I was working on my final MFA thesis, and my relationship with Frank was going great: I really didn't have much to complain about at the time, so the strip forgot it was gay for awhile. Plus, the Hot Dog Lady gave me free hot dogs for the rest of the semester, so all around it was worth it.