[[Two friends talk.]]
Friend: Hey! How ya doin'?
Book Clubber: Bluh. In a bit of a STATE.
Book Clubber: Sorry, I just came from BOOK CLUB where all we did was talk about our failed relationships.
Book Clubber: My friggin' EX can't accept that we're broken up.
Friend: That's kind of the point of social clubs, though, right? Just constructs to stimulate conversation. Nobody REALLY cares what you thought of THE KITE RUNNER. It's just an icebreaker.
Book Clubber: I guess.
Book Clubber: We were definitely all on edge because GAX wasn't there. Something about him being there makes me a little calmer.
Friend: Maybe it's because then you know he's not pretending to be one of the other people.
Book Clubber: Maybe.
Friend: Well, there's the bluebird of happiness now. Things will turn around.
[[A parrot is shown.]]
Book Clubber: Thats [sic] not a bluebird. That's a parrot.
Parrot: How are you? I'm fine. I'm fine.
[[Gax viciously devours the parrot.]]
Parrot: How are you? I'm sqwKKKAWW
Gax: What? I skipped lunch.
Book Clubber: Missed you at book club today, Gax! You okay?
{{header: nibble a bit at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: Gax skipped lunch. He is NOT OKAY.}}
Gax skipped lunch. He is NOT OKAY.
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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