A typical Wondermark scene: a grumpy-looking man adorned as a full one-man band is suddenly passed by a speeding biker on a penny-farthing.
BIKER: Get bent, IDIOT!
BANDMAN: HOW DARE YOU! You have NO RIGHT to call me an idiot! Do you KNOW me? Do you live inside this skull with me?
Bandman continues to pace, agitated.
BANDMAN: You're just GUESSING! I know I'm an idiot, but who the hell are YOU? PRESUMPTUOUS!
The Biker returns, somewhat chagrined.
BIKER: You're right. I made a hasty assumption because you are standing in the bike lane like a big dumb idiot.
BANDMAN: That's fine, man! I don't even disagree, just show your work!
I don't demand courtesy, but I do demand rigor!
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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