BUD: How's the project coming?
LOU: Fine. Couple of minor setbacks, no big deal.
BUD: I got this book on carpentry from the library, in case you want to look through it.
LOU: No thanks.
LOU: I get anxiety attacks when I read "how-to" books.
They always make me feel INADEQUATE. Like everything I've been doing is WRONG, and THEIR SUPER-HARD way is RIGHT.
I got enough MECHANICAL problems with this project. At least leave me my OPTIMISM.
BUD: You...don't want to read the book because you're AFRAID you might LEARN something?
LOU: That book will compel me to CHANGE, so I will resist it on principle.
BUD: Fine.
Call me when you're taking a break from the canoe, we'll grab lunch.
LOU: It is a DOGHOUSE
[[On the floor at LOU's feet is some whacked-together pile of random boards that looks nothing like a canoe OR a doghouse.]]
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For your information, my dog Lucky has no spine or limbs.
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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