Just in case you’re curious, yes, there was a
"George" that inspired this brief zine series. He was,
as Hank Hill would describe, “just ain’t right.”  His
mannerisms, speech and scruffy looks made some
nervous, but he was friendly enough to tolerate…at first. He made some effort to be friendly, though he didn’t have enough social skills which created endless uncomfortable and embarrassing moments at cons and fanboy gatherings. It got to a point where one frustrated fanboy/artist had enough of him, grabbed fellow ‘victims’ together and produced the first issue.

Number one, well as the rest of the series, was
based on the already growing urban legend
surrounding George: from his favorite food of Ice
Tacos (ice cubes in taco shells), blowing a wad on
a expensive Betamax and wondered why his $200
worth of VHS tapes wouldn’t fit, his overgrown
unibrow, his fixation with the old Anime character
Eve, his fear of something called ‘Babyhead’ to his
mumbling. Some artists used this zine’s structure
to take their frustration on “morons” in general
society.

With each new issue, the aura of George was growing. Some people behind the comic were selling copies at the same cons George was attending; he even forcibly signed a copy against a buyer’s will. In essence, he became our little Baba Booey.

That was until the joke took its course and the last issue (#5, 1996) was produced. Since then, George has gone down in history and has dropped out of our little now-evaporated scene and into medication. As funny as some of these comics were, I read them now with a certain amount of self-consciousness as I remember I was treated
similarly back in school, minus the art and zine part. I learned one harsh lesson from this, no matter what “click” you find yourself in, there’s always going to be a need for a picking order to unload upon, either by choice or, in George’s case, fate and bad DNA karma.