BETH: Man, I didn't get any coal in my stocking! Dad promised that if I wasn't good, I'd get coal. And I think we can all agree that I have been ANYTHING but good this year.
MIRKA: You don't ever really get coal. It's just something they say to scare you into being good.
BETH: But what if someone really wanted coal? For - for some reason?
MIRKA: Honestly, Beth, just when I didn't think you could get any weirder.
BETH: Well, Steamovak, I think we gotta figure out a new plan.
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{{alt-text: through the quiet crackle of cooling embers she thought she almost heard him weeping. but it was probably just a faint hiss of steam, or else the wind, or else the sorrowful ghosts of her long year full of many purposeful misdeeds}}
through the quiet crackle of cooling embers she thought she almost heard him weeping. but it was probably just a faint hiss of steam, or else the wind, or else the sorrowful ghosts of her long year full of many purposeful misdeeds
Steamovak also exists as a sticker!
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) ]
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