When my jaw dropped (it really did), my boss was as surprised as I was. Scott Pilgrim is not yet particularly well known, and I
This has little to do with me and still less to do with my job. It did relate to the law in one small respect, however: after confirming that the artist was flesh and blood and in fact related to someone I knew, I felt bad about downloading his work off the internet.
Who knew: it turns out I'm opposed to illegal file-sharing when the victim has a face.
I'll probably go out and buy the Scott Pilgrim books for real. Soon. And Watchmen while I'm at it, in case Alan Moore turns out to be my cousin's babysitter or something.
Don't tell my boss I ripped off his son.