EFFIE (taking a bath): Riddle me this: how is it that a hotel with gourmet coffee and 400-thread-count sheets can't provide a bar of soap that doesn't make you feel like you've rolled around in a basket of fleas for an hour? Isn't humanity past that point in soap technology?
HAL (watching her do so): Well, you never use up a full bar of soap during your stay, do you?
EFFIE: Of course not. I don't think that's even possible.
HAL: No one does. But they're not going to just throw those partial bars away. They melt 'em down to make new bars. Sometimes hundreds of times. It's inevitable that contaminants will occasionally enter the process.
[[In the soap processing plant, the contaminants become clear: molten soap is being poured through a gleeful man's crack on its way to becoming new bars]]
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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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