[[A man is carrying on a conversation with a camel wearing a top hat.]]
CAMEL: People are always afraid of being seen talking to themselves.
"Oh, I'll look like a crazy person."
But crazy people DON'T talk to themselves! They talk to OTHERS--to people only THEY can see!
MAN: I agree! Simply MUMBLING to oneself is perfectly valid. It's how some people organize their thoughts!
It's when someone's having an ANIMATED CONVERSATION with thin air--THAT'S when you've got to watch out!
MAN: But as for mumbling--Heck, I'd RATHER have a RICH INNER MONOLOGUE than have to RESTRAIN myself all the time for fear of looking ridiculous!
CAMEL: Yes! ABSOLUTELY!
[[The man has disappered, but the camel remains.]]
CAMEL: THAT'S what I'm always saying, but the NORMALS call me crazy!
SWEEPER: Who are you talking to?
{{Header: hold court with WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{Alt-text: next comes the agitated, spittle-flinging air-boxing}}
next comes the agitated, spittle-flinging air boxing
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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