[[SIDNEY sits on an overturned rowboat. A large seabird stands before him.]]
SIDNEY: Go AWAY Bird.
I don' got no biscuits, no bread, no SMILES even.
Don' need another desperate stare in my life neither.
SIDNEY: Why you STANDING there? I don' got nothing I can give you that you gonna want.
Don't LOOK at me like that! You gonna trigger a thing insideways that's been doing just fine shielded by the gut layer!
BIRD! You--you better know you are playing with fire, Bird!
Now you look away! NOW YOU LEAVE ME BE!
SIDNEY: AAAHH your constant, belittling gaze turns my venoms backward! so much self-conscious that it cracks my stoic facade!
You WIN, Bird! You WIN! I am a sadly man! NOTHING I do is EVER for success!
BIRD (thinking): Apparently including feeding the dang birds.
{{Header: fixate on WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{Alt-text: The bird was hoping for a little piece of crouton or something, but absent that, will happily take that hat.}}
The bird was hoping for a little piece of crouton or something, but absent that, will happily take that hat.
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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