[[A woman is having a conversation with a man wearing a bowler hat.]]
Patient: Can you believe it? The doctor's office wants $400 for the visit alone!
Patient: Then the actual tests are like $700 apiece!
Patient: My blood probably goes through a little turnstile! A buck a red cell!
Patient: This is ridiculous. I'm going to protest with a strike.
Bowler: What do you mean, a STRIKE
Bowler: They don't care how well you BOWL
Patient: A prisoner has no power except over their own self, right? So they go on a HUNGER STRIKE.
Patient: This is a way of saying "this issue is SO important, I will put my life at stake - betting that that's dramatic enough to get your attention."
Patient: Well, I'm going on MEDICAL STRIKE.
Patient: I will forego ALL medical treatment in PROTEST of the healthcare establishment.
Patient: Are you going to STAND BY AND LET ME DIE, world? Or are you going to PAY ATTENTION to this PROBLEM?!
Bowler: I've always admired how you're COMPLETELY willing to make yourself suffer simply to SPITE your enemies.
Patient: You want to charge me $2600 for a pill that prevents my ORGANS from EXPLODING?
Patient: WELL I'M NOT GONNA GIVE YOU THE SATISFACTION!
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{{alt-text: 'Here lies Elizabeth. Are you HAPPY NOW??'}}
'Here lies Elizabeth. Are you HAPPY NOW??'
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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