[[PEMSBREY sits, glum and dejected, at his favorite table. ROBOTECCA, his automaton assistant with huge naturals, stands waiting to give her sage advice.]]
PEMSBREY: Robotecca, I ain’t feeling too good.
ROBOTECCA: My programmed response is to say words that express a sympathy I can not truly feel.
PEMSBREY: I get it. Ain’t too different from people in that way.
PEMSBREY: Everyone’s out to shut me up or shut me down. And I mean, EVERYONE! I live the most PERSECUTED life IMAGINABLE!
ROBOTECCA: This information is noted and added to memory.
PEMSBREY: Why are things so HARD. Why can’t I just be HAPPY?
ROBOTECCA: It’s a good question—one worthy of serious contemplation. It seems like your feelings are quite justified.
ROBOTECCA: After all, everyone is out to shut you up or shut you down. Astonishing as it may sound, you live the most persecuted life imaginable.
PEMSBREY (agitated): I KNEW IT!
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It's smart to always get a second opinion, even if it is the sound of your own voice echoing back. In fact, it's not just smart—it's downright brilliant.
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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