[[A man carrying a pair of glasses is conversing with another.]]
Glasses: Have you read the new Georges Bunnerstein chapbook?
Snob: Bunnerstein? PSSHH!! Trash. Man can't write his way into a hole.
Snob: He's a second-rate Chompsenberg, who's herself trying to be Griscroft but without any wit or vision
Glasses: I don't know, I quite like Griscroft. At least Last of the Boogiemen which is all I've read
Snob: Boogiemen is tolerable but skip all the rest. Rubbish with a rash.
Snob: I don't know why people read Gricroft. Never mind, I KNOW why... because people are terrible and stupid and don't know anything.
Snob: If you want to read something GOOD, pick up Mincy Bellingdorf. EXQUISITE. Best thing out there right now.
Glasses: Bellingdorf? Didn't she write Dachau 2099? I got twenty pages in and gave up. HATED it.
Snob: Well, YOU are WRONG. Enjoy lapping up your Bunnerstein like a dog in the rain.
[[The snob is now talking to himself alone.]]
Snob: sigh
Snob: It's tough to be cursed with PERFECT TASTE
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{{alt-text: Chompsenberg had a few good turns in that Krandanayev anthology but Krandanayev was never the same post-Trantlydoff.}}
Chompsenberg had a few good turns in that Krandanayev anthology but Krandanayev was never the same post-Trantlydoff.
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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