[[A bearded man holds a martini glass]]
Bearded man: Oh! This is disgusting! It tastes like mud and corn husks!
[[A chef, the bearded man and a man wearing a fedora stand in front of a barrel]]
Chef: That's what the recipe calls for.
Bearded man: Thankfully it's masked by all the vodka.
Man wearing a fedora: Well, then it's wrong. It's supposed to taste like mud, corn husks, and old milk. You might think you know better, but guess what? GET OVER YOURSELF. Not every job is about being wonderfully creative. Sometimes you're just hired to FOLLOW A FREAKIN' RECIPE.
[[A chef, the bearded man and a man wearing a fedora stand in front of a barrel, with a pig wearing a suit sitting in a chair off to the side]]
Chef: Even if the recipe is CRAZY?
Bearded man: Even if the BOSS is crazy?
Man wearing a fedora: As long as he's not too crazy to sign a paycheck, then yes.
Pig: Guys I am right here.
{{header: turn it off at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: save your creativity for your livejournal. here at work we pour vodka into old milk AND WHEN WE DO IT WE SMILE}}
save your creativity for your livejournal. here at work we pour vodka into old milk AND WHEN WE DO IT WE SMILE
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
random.
previous.
next.
current.