[[MRS. DETWILER lies on a bed; JEB stands over here with a crosscut saw.]] / JEB: How are you feeling, Mrs. Detwiler? / I'm just heading over to review your x-rays. We'll start surgery in about an hour...is something the matter?
MRS. DETWILER: It's...it's just...ah / JEB: Oh, the saw! Ha ha ha! / I'm sorry! That must have given you quite the start! I was just cutting down a tree out back. Small clinic. "All hands on deck," you know!
MRS. DETWILER: Ah, you're not using that for the surgery. Oh, thank goodness! / JEB: Oh, no! My dear woman, of course not! / No, for you I figured I'd stick with the ol' gardening shears.
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{{alt-text: Fancy implements are expensive and hey, you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to administer your own anesthesia.}}
Fancy implements are expensive and hey, you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to administer your own anesthesia.
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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