This is one of the rare cases where I drop in someone who really existed. Mark Miller worked the local comic shop where I lived when I was a teenager and introduced me to a lot of great comics when I didn't know shit about comics. The Crow, Sandman, and fatefully Love & Rockets. He also introduced me to the guys who would teach me how to make comics in those early days, and he also generously lettered my first shitty 8-page comic. His letters were the best thing about it and it is thankfully lost to time.
When I went back to visit the old town a number of years ago, he had become a wizard wandering the wastes of the Uptown in his cloak, looking for hobbits I assume. I mean, I wish him luck on his quest, but I will always remember him in his Starfleet uniform which he wore for a full week when Roddenberry died.
It's pretty safe to say that Mark was a key figure in my comicking history. Not the first and not the last, but unquestionably significant. I'm not sure if I owe him thanks or blame, but I owe him a lot of it.
He made these jokes all the time.
ALSO! The comic referenced here is a ride of a comic. It's really hard to find a copy in North America, the one I have was kindly sent to me from the Philippines by one of my favourite readers who knows who she is. Thanks J! Elmer is recommended reading.