[[ A mustachioed man holding a cane sits in an easy chair. A woman leands over him, resting her hands on his shoulder.]]
Woman: Okay, up off the couch. It's baby-birthin' time. I'd like to go to the hospital now.
Man: You go ahead. I'm gonna catch the end of "Hey, Dude".
Woman: Seriously, get in the car because the baby is going to be born in minutes and I would really like to be in the hospital on drugs when it happens.
Man: I can think of a dozen things I would rather do than watch a goopy infant emerge from... from a... I would rather clean the garage.
Woman: Sometimes I wonder if you love me at all.
Man: Sometimes I wonder what your fixation is with watching strangers give birth.
Woman: Mrs. West isn't a stranger! I've emailed her at least twice!
{{header: breathe and push at WONDERMARK.COM }}
{{alt-text: all that blood and pain and crying and blah blah blah -- it's not really my scene, you know? }}
all that blood and pain and crying and blah blah blah - it's not really my scene, you know?
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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