IQBAL: Hello sir for order a camel?
REGINALD: Capital! Thank you! Just one question before I set off. How HIGH can this beast fly?
Are we talking MOUNTAIN-VAULTING altitudes or is it more a GRAZE-THE-STEEPLES type of affair?
IQBAL: Fly?
REGINALD: You know, SOAR. Flappity-flap like a bird, or however it does it.
I admit to being a bit foggy on the KINESIOLOGY.
IQBAL: This camel is NEVER fly. Can not even JUMP good.
REGINALD: Ah. I SEE. The brochure was misleading.
Very well. How deep can it DIVE? And will I breathe INSIDE the hump, or...?
IQBAL: No! NOT for swim! This camel is DROWNING if you swim. Weak legs! You lose your deposit!
REGINALD: POGO, then. CAN the camel POGO.
IQBAL: Po-
POGO, sir?
REGINALD: You know! SPROING SPROING HOPPITY-HOP! CAN the camel POGO!
IQBAL: Sir this camel is TOTALLY incapable of any pogo. Its feet is NEVER fit on a human pogo, and QUADRUPED CAMEL POGOS is a thing science does NOT invented yet.
REGINALD: Hang it all! Then WHAT is this blasted camel GOOD for?
CAMEL (thinking): Geez that's what I'M starting to wonder.
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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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