[[A woman, SNAMANTHICA, gestures urgently at a large mechanical device with a baby inside while speaking to a man, SIMON.]]
SNAMANTHICA: Oh! Simon! Those people left their baby in some sort of HYDRAULIC DEATH-SCREW! It winds itself closer to the small, soft body by the second!
SNAMANTHICA: I should SAY something!
SIMON: Leave it alone! It's none of your business!
SIMON: You don't KNOW that it's a DEATH-SCREW! Do you want to be one of those meddling people who lectures others on how to parent?
SIMON: They're raising THEIR kid THEIR WAY! Do you want someone second-guessing all YOUR parenting decisions?
SNAMANTHICA: I HAVE to say something. Each turn of the screw more certainly augurs a grisly end for the babe
[[Snamanthica departs, presumably to confront the parents in charge of the device. After a moment, she returns.]]
SIMON: Well?
SNAMANTHICA: They wearily explained that the baby has a medical condition requiring his skull to be lanced hourly
SNAMANTHICA: And furthermore, their insurance would only pay for the most terrifying possible device, as a way to obliquely punish them for being of humble means.
SNAMANTHICA: But still. I'm glad I said something
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the fact that the death-screw in use prompts strangers to comment on it daily is actually part of the punishment
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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