Comic Transcripts

[[A man is musing to himself.]]
Philosopher: It’s so frustrating to watch humanity repeat the same mistakes over and over again!
Philosopher: What if we had SPECIES MEMORY? What if every single baby DIDN’T have to relearn ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING from scratch? Seems like such a waste!

[[A young woman reclining on a chair joins the conversation.]]
Philosopher: Just a thought experiment… what if we could INHERIT MEMORIES?
Pragmatist: Like, memories persisting down a family tree? You’d get these SILOS OF MEMORY between different families, generations whose points of view would be born into them with staggering inertia… we’d probably relate to one another even LESS than we do now.

[[The thoughtful man continues, a crazed look beginning to enter his eyes.]]
Philosopher: Okay, how about this. You don’t inherit memory at birth. You have to INGEST it. From the BRAIN of another person. Eat their brain, get their memories.
Philosopher: And it’s SACRED. It’s RITUALIZED. You nominate your heirs, and on the day, it’s a very solemn ceremony, involving candles, and soft music, and off-duty surgeons operating on a freelance basis, and short speeches from family and friends, and a full china service with paring knives and little fondue forks… wouldn’t that be LOVELY?
Pragmatist: This is starting to sound less like a thought experiment and more like the scrawlings the investigators discover in a secret room behind a false wall in the suspect’s basement

{{header: know all about WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: captain, you have to see this. *tastes the strange substance on the table* wait…I remember what happened here.}}

#1070; A Night to Remember transcribed by in

[[A man is musing to himself.]]
Philosopher: It’s so frustrating to watch humanity repeat the same mistakes over and over again!
Philosopher: What if we had SPECIES MEMORY? What if every single baby DIDN’T have to relearn ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING from scratch? Seems like such a waste!

[[A young woman reclining on a chair joins the conversation.]]
Philosopher: Just a thought experiment… what if we could INHERIT MEMORIES?
Pragmatist: Like, memories persisting down a family tree? You’d get these SILOS OF MEMORY between different families, generations whose points of view would be born into them with staggering inertia… we’d probably relate to one another even LESS than we do now.

[[The thoughtful man continues, a crazed look beginning to enter his eyes.]]
Philosopher: Okay, how about this. You don’t inherit memory at birth. You have to INGEST it. From the BRAIN of another person. Eat their brain, get their memories.
Philosopher: And it’s SACRED. It’s RITUALIZED. You nominate your heirs, and on the day, it’s a very solemn ceremony, involving candles, and soft music, and off-duty surgeons operating on a freelance basis, and short speeches from family and friends, and a full china service with paring knives and little fondue forks… wouldn’t that be LOVELY?
Pragmatist: This is starting to sound less like a thought experiment and more like the scrawlings the investigators discover in a secret room behind a false wall in the suspect’s basement

{{header: know all about WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: captain, you have to see this. *tastes the strange substance on the table* wait…I remember what happened here.}}

#1070; A Night to Remember transcribed by in

[[A man is musing to himself.]]
Philosopher: It's so frustrating to watch humanity repeat the same mistakes over and over again!
Philosopher: What if we had SPECIES MEMORY? What if every single baby DIDN'T have to relearn ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING from scratch? Seems like such a waste!

[[A young woman reclining on a chair joins the conversation.]]
Philosopher: Just a thought experiment... what if we could INHERIT MEMORIES?
Pragmatist: Like, memories persisting down a family tree? You'd get these SILOS OF MEMORY between different families, generations whose points of view would be born into them with staggering inertia... we'd probably relate to one another even LESS than we do now.

[[The thoughtful man continues, a crazed look beginning to enter his eyes.]]
Philosopher: Okay, how about this. You don't inherit memory at birth. You have to INGEST it. From the BRAIN of another person. Eat their brain, get their memories.
Philosopher: And it's SACRED. It's RITUALIZED. You nominate your heirs, and on the day, it's a very solemn ceremony, involving candles, and soft music, and off-duty surgeons operating on a freelance basis, and short speeches from family and friends, and a full china service with paring knives and little fondue forks... wouldn't that be LOVELY?
Pragmatist: This is starting to sound less like a thought experiment and more like the scrawlings the investigators discover in a secret room behind a false wall in the suspect's basement

{{header: know all about WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: captain, you have to see this. *tastes the strange substance on the table* wait...I remember what happened here.}}

captain, you have to see this. *tastes the strange substance on the table* wait...I remember what happened here.

20 years ago (in photocomic form)

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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