[[A man, clearly distressed, speaks on the telephone while a radio plays beside him.]]
Radio: You know, Garrison's right. It's listeners like you that make public radio possible.
Man: Okay, can I have the CD AND the tote bag then?
Radio: We are a mewling kitten, in need of its mother's teat.
Man: Fine, whatever, I'll take the CD.
Man: Okay, now that I've pledged, what's the secret frequency with no more program breaks?
Radio: ...
Man: What do you MEAN, there isn't one.
[[A Woman comforts the man as he rests his head in his hands mournfully.]]
Radio: We need ten thousand dollars in the next thirty seconds. I think we can do it.
{{header: major underwriters include WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: kari I was going to do a special comic #170 about germany for you but I forgot and I apologize}}
i have no better solutions for the problem of how to fund public media, i guess, but still, c'mon with the pledge drives
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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