[[A man is digging a hole next to the body of a cat. A man with a pipe speaks.]]
Pipe: Burying your cat, huh?
Digger: Yup, soon she'll be clawing up that big couch in the sky.
Digger: Don't get me wrong, I'm sad to see her go, but now I can leave my shoes out without the laces getting eaten, so that's some comfort.
Digger: But, seasons change, circle of life, all that hippie junk. This shallow grave's not going to dig itself, so if you'll excuse me.
Pipe: Wouldn't it be best to wait until she's, you know... dead?
Digger: Oh, so now you're an expert on cats, are you?
{{header: c'est la vie at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: in fact, he has his master's in catology and has done extensive post-graduate work at the cat institute in cattington but stopped short of getting his Ph.D. due to an unfortunate catastrophe}}
in fact, he has his master's in catology and has done extensive post-graduate work at the cat institute in cattington but stopped short of getting his Ph.D. due to an unfortunate catastrophe
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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