SANDRA: Edward hasn't come home.
He went for a walk before supper and hasn't returned.
JORDAN: Maybe he got delayed. Lost his HAT or something.
SANDRA: NO.
[[Tighter on SANDRA.]]
SANDRA: I've sensed it coming for years. You know? One day he simply CEASED to be the same man I married.
And since then he's just been biding his time.
[[Tighter on SANDRA, who is now scowling and brandishing a rifle.]]
SANDRA: He got CALLED HOME by his ALIEN MASTERS, Jordan. And THEY KNOW I know about it.
They will send an assassin clone in his place. AND I WILL BE READY FOR THAT MONSTER.
CAPTION: MEANWHILE
[[EDWARD stands outside the gate to a pasture, shaking his fist impotently at a bull who has his hat impaled on one horn.]]
EDWARD: THAT IS MY HAT.
{{Header: lie in wait for WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{Alt-text: I get the impression that Sandra is just looking for an excuse.}}
I get the impression that Sandra is just looking for an excuse.
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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