In this Wondermark comic, SCRUNCHIN is slumped in a folding chair, while his good friend BORNDOGH looks on, clutching a cane.
S: Weird how when your MEAT feels bad, YOU feel bad. Do I have this headache BECAUSE I have indigestion? Or are my GUTS nauseous because I'm mentally stressed out?
S (gesturing to his head): The meat parts are all making EACH OTHER grumpy. It's a vicious cycle! And it's not JUST the meats! There's the SPARKY BITS up here too! THEY got their OWN problems! SPARKS are interacting with FATS and I can't make heads or tails of it!
S: And what about all the JUICES and GOOPS in there?
B: If you got too much of one goop and not enough of another, WATCH OUT.
S: My GOOPS are askew! They're oozing and splashing and getting all in each other's business! And somehow that is making ME, the real human boy at the center of it all, MISERABLE. What a racket!
S: I am left to conclude that I got TOO many WEIRD goops, and NOT enough GOOD goops. CLINICALLY.
B: The old folks were right all along! I guess your humours CAN get out of balance
what's my RDA of black bile, as expressed in milligrams on the side of a pill bottle
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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