[[A woman carrying a bundle walks down a country lane with a bearded old man in a robe.]]
Man: Look, a doggie! Hi there baby! Look who's a cute little guy!
Woman: Don't go near him, he's probably rabid or something.
Man: Rabid?! When's the last time you saw a rabid dog around here? When have you *ever* seen a rabid dog? I guarantee that there are more people *afraid* of rabid dogs than there actually *are* rabid dogs by a factor of at least a hundred. Once again, logic trumps caution.
[[The woman has left.]]
Man: Well, looks like it's just you and me, buddy.
Dog: RRRRRRR
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{{alt-text: logic also trumps lust, fate, and medicine}}
logic also trumps fate, lust, and medicine
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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