[[Inside an office]]
BOSS HOOVER: Dan, I need you to work late tonight. We've got to get this project sent out first thing tomorrow.
DAN: Sorry, man. No can do.
DAN: Look, I've put in a lot of late nights for you. I don't complain 'cause you pay me pretty well. And every hour I'm here, I'm just watching an invisible odometer roll over in my head. I've got no problem taking your money. But I don't LIKE working on your projects. They're pointless to me, so I procrastinate; then I end up rushed and frustrated. It's all stress I don't need.
DAN: So here's the bottom line. I only have so many little squares on my calendar each month. I'm tired of just handing them all to you. As of now, my time is worth more to me than your money. So PISS OFF.
[[Outside the office, walking away]]
OTIS: You really said that to him?
DAN: No, not really. It'd be nice to be the kind of guy who could say that, but it's also nice to be the kind of guy that can afford a house.
{{header: tip the scales at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: the project was to taste-test delicious new flavors of ice cream! IMAGINARY DAN MISSED OUT}}
the project was to taste-test delicious new flavors of ice cream! IMAGINARY DAN MISSED OUT
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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