Last night, Phillip brought along a stack of said stickers to the Ginger Man [citysearch.com], our alternative "upscale" pub that we go to when we're trying to evade the wrath of angry Peculier Pub [goats.com] bartenders. We were joined by our friend Beeeej [goats.com] for a general Goats-strategy-and-heavy-imbibing session, trying to figure out how we can generate some publicity for the strip. We were more successful with the drinking end of things than the idea generation end.

As we were settling up our tab, Lewis Black [comedycentral.com] walks into the lounge area where we were sitting and takes a seat on a nearby couch. For those of you who don't know Lewis Black, you shoudl check out the Daily Show and his occasional stand-up comedy special. The man is a big angry barrel of fun.

"Phillip! It's Frank Black [gnus.org]!" I said, stumbling over the IPAs I'd had.

After a few moments of confusion, Phillip figured out what I was trying to say. A bit of inspiration struck. I tried to bribe Phillip five dollars to go over to Lewis Black and give him a handful of stickers. Then, my Jew reflexes kicked in and I rescinded my offer.

"This is an excellent opportunity to network and gain exposure for our brand," I didn't say.

Beeeej, realizing that neither of us had the social skills to force small pieces of adhesive vinyl on an unsuspecting minor celebrity, offered to do the dirty deed.

"Would you like some stickers?" he asked, handing them to Mr. Black.

"Oh, thank you," Mr. Black answered. He glanced at them for a moment, and then chuckled. "These are very funny," he may have said. "Goats.com... is that your website?"

"It's an online comic strip. This is the artist," Beeeej said, pointing to me. I held up my hand and nodded, unable to say anything coherent.

"I'll check it out," Lewis said (I waved to him, so I figure I'm on a first-name basis with him at this point).

We ran out of the bar, giggling like schoolgirls. If you're reading this, Mr. Black, welcome. I hope you enjoy our comic strip.