ROCKY: Did you hear Mom and Dad? I'm going to the park later! To run, and jump, and play...
DUKE: You're going to the vet. They're cutting your balls off.
ROCKY: Th-that's odd. I was sure they said "park"...
DUKE: They're tired of you humping everything. Fickle group, humans.
ROCKY: That's an OUTRAGE! I say, let them try - for I swear by Odie's fuzzy muzzle that anyone bringing nut-snippers near MY joy-bag will meet a dire, bloody end!
ROCKY: There shall be carnage! THIS I VOW!
[[The next day]]
DUKE: So...how ya feelin'?
ROCKY: Eh, pretty mellow.
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{{alt-text: you know how I used to be all gaga over that poodle down the block? well, funny thing--now when I look at her all I can think is HIGH MAINTENANCE}}
you know how I used to be all gaga over that poodle down the block? well, funny thing--now when I look at her all I can think is HIGH MAINTENANCE
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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