DREW: So, what do you think of my proposal?
STUMPY: Huh. Well...I hate to say it, but I'm not too keen on it.
[[Exterior of a large house.]]
STUMPY: The main problem is that you just get bogged down in so many details. I say, forget the specifics. You're just giving people more to disagree with. Just find that compelling core idea - that little kernel buried deep inside. Selling his tiny fried chicken.
DREW: Why am I itching? Oh, that's right - I'm HORRIBLY ALLERGIC TO PUNS.
STUMPY: I was gonna overlook the proposal's shortcomings and marry you anyway.
STUMPY: But now you're doggin' on my jokes!
{{header: cut to the heart at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: little kernel buried in there shaking his tiny fist just yelling 'hogaaaaan'}}
little kernel buried in there shaking his tiny fist just yelling 'hogaaaaan'
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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