If you're anything like me, you're probably enjoying some corn chips and an icy cold Pamplemouse flavored LaCroix sparking water right now. Mmm ... that's good 'mouse. For the record, I really like corn chips. Do you know who/what else I like?

Steve Moore, that's who, ya jabroni.

I knew Steve Moore waaay before he knew me. I first encountered him in his comic form "In the Bleachers" back in Chicago in the late 80s.

It was a different era back then, we'd get phosphates down at the soda fountain and then we would go to the cinema to see movies starring an actor named Tom Cruise and then later we would listen to music on something called a cassette tape by long-forgotten bands named: U2, Tom Petty and Aerosmith. Strange Times, indeed!

But strangeness can also come in comics form, no? I remember being taken aback by the first "In the Bleachers" I'd read. I found it funny and weird ... possibly too funny, definitely too weird.

So it was with a great shock when I met the real Steve Moore in man form. Not only wasn't he weird, he was handsome. Damn handsome. Maybe a little too handsome. And he was in shape. And well adjusted. And he didn't try to bite me. And there were no tears nor tight slacks. This was unlike any other cartoonist I'd ever met.

So today I salute Steve Moore the cartoonist for 30 great years of In the Bleachers. And 30 great years of being the most normal cartoonist I've ever met.

Thank you, Steve! 

-JG

*apologies to Conan for stealing his Tom Cruise joke, sorta. And Patton Oswalt too for the phosphate thing.