[[a man shows off his new mandolin]]
- Check it out, I got this for my birthday.
- Hey, I didn't know it was your birthday! Happy Birthday!
- Thanks. Yeah. I don't really like to make a big deal out of it. / I mean, you know, if someone else wanted to, like, throw a huge party or something... / ...I wouldn't be against it. (I might even like it.) I just feel weird asking for it. / Like, "Oh, hey, everybody look at me, everyone treat me special because I was born." / It would be self-centered of me to ask that of everybody, so instead I ignore what I, personally, may in fact want.
- Essentially you're describing how a civilized society functions despite the presence of individual ego.
- Essentially I am making a veiled plea for belated presents.
{{header: stay calm at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: preferably gift cards please because seriously a mandolin? seriously?}}
preferably gift cards please because seriously a mandolin? seriously?
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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