Comic Transcripts

[[A drawing-room. Furniture in disarray; Father looms over potential paramour]]

Father: Speak ILL of my little Janey, will you?
Father: In THIS house, questioning my daughter’s honor gets you a THOROUGH THRASHING!

Paramour: So, what, you just beat down EVERYONE who walks through that door?
Paramour: Because EVERYBODY knows Janey. TOLLBOOTH JANE, we call her. It’s no secret.

Father: Well, MOST PEOPLE are polite enough not to mention it to my FACE.
Paramour: But you KNOW, right? You HAVE to know.

Father: I… I have my suspicions.
Paramour: What about that PHOTO SPREAD in your CHRISTMAS NEWSLETTER?!
Father: I like to HIT people OKAY

{{header: take your lumps at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: i saw that spread and man, he wasn’t kidding around with those gauze filters}}

#147; In which Janey’s Honor is defended transcribed by in

[[A drawing-room. Furniture in disarray; Father looms over potential paramour]]

Father: Speak ILL of my little Janey, will you?
Father: In THIS house, questioning my daughter’s honor gets you a THOROUGH THRASHING!

Paramour: So, what, you just beat down EVERYONE who walks through that door?
Paramour: Because EVERYBODY knows Janey. TOLLBOOTH JANE, we call her. It’s no secret.

Father: Well, MOST PEOPLE are polite enough not to mention it to my FACE.
Paramour: But you KNOW, right? You HAVE to know.

Father: I… I have my suspicions.
Paramour: What about that PHOTO SPREAD in your CHRISTMAS NEWSLETTER?!
Father: I like to HIT people OKAY

{{header: take your lumps at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: i saw that spread and man, he wasn’t kidding around with those gauze filters}}

#147; In which Janey’s Honor is defended transcribed by in

[[A drawing-room. Furniture in disarray; Father looms over potential paramour]]

Father: Speak ILL of my little Janey, will you?
Father: In THIS house, questioning my daughter's honor gets you a THOROUGH THRASHING!

Paramour: So, what, you just beat down EVERYONE who walks through that door?
Paramour: Because EVERYBODY knows Janey. TOLLBOOTH JANE, we call her. It's no secret.

Father: Well, MOST PEOPLE are polite enough not to mention it to my FACE.
Paramour: But you KNOW, right? You HAVE to know.

Father: I... I have my suspicions.
Paramour: What about that PHOTO SPREAD in your CHRISTMAS NEWSLETTER?!
Father: I like to HIT people OKAY

{{header: take your lumps at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: i saw that spread and man, he wasn't kidding around with those gauze filters}}

i saw that spread and man, he wasn't kidding around with those gauze filters

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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