[[Outside a shop with the sign DONUTS]]
Voice 1: Are you guys still making those doughplanes?
Voice 2: Why? Do you want one?
[[Inside the shop]]
Lady (Voice 1): Well, no. I just thought it was cool that you made them.
Shopkeeper (Voice 2): Nobody BOUGHT them. We made the biggest and best doughplane in the world, and nobody wanted it.
Shopkeeper: People UNDERSTAND donuts. People DIDN'T understand DOUGHPLANES.
Lady: That's what I always considered the BEAUTY of it! You took a RISK. You made something NOBODY else would DARE TRY. It was exciting to watch someone labor over something unique for its OWN sake, rather than because it was profitable.
Lady: It was nice to know that there was a place UNAFRAID to make doughplanes. You were a confident lighthouse, beckoning into port a world in which doughplanes would be appreciated.
Shopkeeper: Great. Your superficial approval is appreciated.
Shopkeeper: But did you ever BUY a doughplane?
Lady: Well
Lady: They didn't really fit in your mouth
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{{alt-text: I only eat things the size of my mouth or smaller. It's an inconvenient life but I think it's worth it}}
I only eat things the size of my mouth or smaller. It's an inconvenient life but I think it's worth it
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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