[[Two men in military uniforms stand near a woman who does not appear to notice them. One man is pointing toward the woman's head.]]
GENERAL: ...Out on the flanks as we are, the FRONT can't see us, but you still need to watch out for THESE bits on the SIDES. THEY can detect SOUNDS.
CAPTAIN: Omnidirectionally?!
GENERAL: I BELIEVE so, yes.
CAPTAIN: So those "side-bits" MIGHT be hearing us RIGHT NOW? We need to ENCODE our intelligence!
WOMAN: Oh, don't worry. I'm NOT AT ALL concerned about your supposed "intelligence."
CAPTAIN: ACCGGKK!! A DEVASTATING SALVO of PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE!
GENERAL: Ignore ALL messages we intercept! They are PROPAGANDA designed to DEMORALIZE us!
WOMAN: Hey! G.I. Joe! Your WIFE is at HOME! She wants to know what we should do about dinner!
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They say men don't pick up on subtle hints. That explains the leaflets dropped all over the living room
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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