EUSTACE: What happened between you and Howard?
EVAN: HOWARD? Nothing. He wanted to borrow my car, I told him no.
EUSTACE: Oh.
Well, according to his blog, he was really offended by the way you "talked down to him."
EVAN: TALKED DOWN to--
[[EVAN and HOWARD, later.]]
EVAN: Listen, if we have a problem tell me to my FACE! I don't want to hear about it THIRDHAND!
Okay?
HOWARD: Okay.
EVAN: OKAY?
HOWARD: OKAY!
[[Still later, HOWARD bangs away on his difference engine, writing his blog.]]
HOWARD: ...and really the point is that this blog is MY PRIVATE SPACE and I should be free to say whatever I want! It's so RUDE of him to expect me to censor myself just to please HIS OWN INSECURITY. I certainly don't tell him how to conduct his affairs, and I can't see how it's unreasonable for me to expect the same simple courtesy. For...
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Apparently we are beyond the point in human history when problems must be solved interpersonally.
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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