[[A DELIVERER holding a quill pen is standing with a MAN in a room full of clocks.]]
DELIVERER: Delivery! Sign here.
MAN: Are you SERIOUS with this?
[[MAN is in same room, now with WOMAN.]]
MAN: WHO keeps SENDING me all these CLOCKS? IS IT YOU?
WOMAN: No!
MAN: Because of my chronic inability to be on time? That's just LIKE something you would do.
WOMAN: It's NOT me.
MAN: I'll have you know, having a house full of CLOCKS makes it HARDER to be on time for things. They're in the WAY!
WOMAN: It's not ME. I did NOT get you 300 clocks.
MAN: It's genuinely the WORST prank I can think of. It's not even a PRANK! It's just a WASTE OF CLOCKS!!
WOMAN: Could NOT agree more. I wish I knew who's doing it.
MAN: It's a RIDICULOUSLY UNHELPFUL and ANNOYING NON-PRANK being perpetuated by an UTTER IDIOT! It serves ABSOLUTELY NO PURPOSE!!
[[WOMAN in tight close-up with WALTER, a whole different person]]
WOMAN: Which is what makes it such a great prank.
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It's hard NOT to be ON TIME when you can't move an inch without stepping on a clock!!!!!!! Get 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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