[[SKIPPY is balancing a barrel on his nose. SEAMUS is ignoring him.]]
SKIPPY: HEY.
Hey check it out.
SEAMUS: No.
I do not trust your taste in "things deserving of note."
SKIPPY: But this is GREAT.
This is AWESOME.
SEAMUS: I fear our relative bars for greatness rest at wildly different heights.
[[SKIPPY now stands on his head while juggling the barrel with his feet.]]
SKIPPY: Man I'm goin' NUTS over here. I'm talking WORLD-CLASS PERFORMANCE.
SEAMUS: Your assessment smacks of BIAS.
Thus undermining your credibility further.
[[Another boy has now vaulted atop the barrel.]]
SKIPPY: WOWZERS. By not turning your neck six inches you are missing something REMARKABLE.
SEAMUS: I highly doubt you are reading Umberto Eco.
{{Header: carefully consider WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{Alt-text: haha he wrote The Secret right}}
haha he wrote The Secret right
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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