When I lived in Honolulu, one bit I enjoyed about the Honolulu Advertiser (an overall very, very weak newspaper) was Deb Aoki’s weekly comic. Aoki’s observational humor managed to capture the eccentricities of Hawai’i residents (sigh, we need to find a word for people who are from Hawaii but are not Hawaiian, it’s such a tongue twister to differentiate between the two otherwise) in a laid-back manner that made her strips feel like an illustration inspired by a night of funny anecdotes and cocktails.
While wandering the exhibition floor at San Diego, I stopped by one booth to glance at something that garnered my attention and jumped when I noticed Aoki’s names on a thin book at the table. I muttered something about how much I enjoyed her work, prompting the guy who was talking to me to grab Aoki, who was sitting in the back of the booth.
There’s something about the first time I get to let a creator know that I’ve enjoyed their work. Maybe it’s the feeling that, after the first encounter, my function changes from that of "fan" to "supporter" and the relationship turns to one of what’s new and what’s coming up with the fawning over talent becoming old news. It’s gratifying to see a creator realize that their work has been appreciated, as often happens in that first encounter. Aoki seemed a bit surprised to encounter someone who recognized her work like I did.
I did find some disappointment in the Bento Box collection, as my favorite strip (depicting one of the Gods of the Office, Queue goddess of the network printer) pre-dates the collection. However, getting to read some of Aoki’s more recent work (which I’ve had trouble following on the Advertiser’s website until I gave up) is a real treat. Maybe next time Queue will see print again.
Better yet, I learned that Aoki has a blog where she posts her comic strips, so I’ll be able to keep up with her work more easily. She usually posts a few words about each strip’s inspiration, too. Her recent entry about the Comic Con reminds me of a familiar sentiment of geek snobbery.
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