Comic Transcripts

[[A man stands outside a house, speaking to another man standing in the doorway.]]

First man: Pardon me, I think I hit your dog out there in the road.

Second man: We don’t have a dog.
First man: Well, I hit A dog. Do you know whose it is?

Second man: Is it that yappy little mutt from across the street? Dirty brown fur, stubby tail, ignorant expression?

First man: Yeah, that’s the one.
Second man: Thank God, man, that thing was driving me nuts.
First man: It took two or three good punches to knock it out.

{{header: bark loudly at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: passed out right before he went back for the softball bat}}

#194; In which Not All Dogs go to Heaven transcribed by in

[[A man stands outside a house, speaking to another man standing in the doorway.]]

First man: Pardon me, I think I hit your dog out there in the road.

Second man: We don't have a dog.
First man: Well, I hit A dog. Do you know whose it is?

Second man: Is it that yappy little mutt from across the street? Dirty brown fur, stubby tail, ignorant expression?

First man: Yeah, that's the one.
Second man: Thank God, man, that thing was driving me nuts.
First man: It took two or three good punches to knock it out.

{{header: bark loudly at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: passed out right before he went back for the softball bat}}

passed out right before he went back for the softball bat

20 years ago (in photocomic form)

A young David Malki !, Steve Carey, and Ryan North, June 2006.

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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