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[[Woman seated at table]]

I know who I am.
Frustrated, stressed out, unmotivated.
And I know who I want to be.
Content, relaxed, productive.

But there’s this gulf between the two.
Filled with…nothing.
Fog.
It’s not even spikes.
It’s just…blankness.
I know how to cross the gulf, in the same way that I know how to address the President.
Theoretically.

But I guess I don’t want it bad enough on some level.
I want my comforts and my habits more.
So is this it?
Have I carved this sad little water-treading niche for myself forever?
I’ll get to sixty and look back and feel exactly like I do now except even more miserable and more regretful?

[[Man enters, addresses woman.]]

Man: I don’t think so.
Woman: Oh?
Man: I think you making it to sixty is wildly optimistic.

{{header: gaze over the WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: Be specific with your goals: Content, relaxed, productive, AND piloting a rocketship.}}

#828; In which Willis is not Helping transcribed by in

[[Woman seated at table]]

I know who I am.
Frustrated, stressed out, unmotivated.
And I know who I want to be.
Content, relaxed, productive.

But there’s this gulf between the two.
Filled with…nothing.
Fog.
It’s not even spikes.
It’s just…blankness.
I know how to cross the gulf, in the same way that I know how to address the President.
Theoretically.

But I guess I don’t want it bad enough on some level.
I want my comforts and my habits more.
So is this it?
Have I carved this sad little water-treading niche for myself forever?
I’ll get to sixty and look back and feel exactly like I do now except even more miserable and more regretful?

[[Man enters, addresses woman.]]

Man: I don’t think so.
Woman: Oh?
Man: I think you making it to sixty is wildly optimistic.

{{header: gaze over the WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: Be specific with your goals: Content, relaxed, productive, AND piloting a rocketship.}}

#828; In which Willis is not Helping transcribed by in

[[Woman seated at table]]

I know who I am.
Frustrated, stressed out, unmotivated.
And I know who I want to be.
Content, relaxed, productive.

But there's this gulf between the two.
Filled with...nothing.
Fog.
It's not even spikes.
It's just...blankness.
I know how to cross the gulf, in the same way that I know how to address the President.
Theoretically.

But I guess I don't want it bad enough on some level.
I want my comforts and my habits more.
So is this it?
Have I carved this sad little water-treading niche for myself forever?
I'll get to sixty and look back and feel exactly like I do now except even more miserable and more regretful?

[[Man enters, addresses woman.]]

Man: I don't think so.
Woman: Oh?
Man: I think you making it to sixty is wildly optimistic.

{{header: gaze over the WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: Be specific with your goals: Content, relaxed, productive, AND piloting a rocketship.}}

Be specific with your goals: Content, relaxed, productive, AND piloting a rocketship.

#828; In which Willis is not Helping

  — April 17th, 2012

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20 years ago (in photocomic form)

June 9, 2026 by David Malki !
A young David Malki !, Steve Carey, and Ryan North, June 2006.

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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