[[Father and son see a man (Paul) beside his carriage wheel doing something.]]
Father: Look at that man, Trenton. He's LABORING.
Father: You may address him -- but keep your whistle ready just in case.
Son: YOU THERE! What manner of toil be this?
Man: I happen to be oilin' my brakes.
Father: OILING... Your BRAKES.
Man: They've been squeakin' and squealin', so I'm fixin' to oil 'em but good.
Father: My WORD! Trenton, we have stumbled upon a true-life IDIOT! Ha ha ha!
Father: Putting OIL on his BRAKES!
Father: THINK about what you're DOING!
Son: Ha ha ha! RETARD!
Son: Oil is a FOSSIL FUEL!
{{header: 322: In which Paul oils his Brakes at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: trenton! don't forget to make an entry in your idiot log! we'll be going over the week's records once we get to nana's and it doesn't take much disappointment to topple the poor woman's carefully-balanced decades of regret}}
trenton! don't forget to make an entry in your idiot log! we'll be going over the week's records once we get to nana's and it doesn't take much disappointment to topple the poor woman's carefully-balanced decades of regret
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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