[[Two flying ants on a leaf]]
Old ant: Youngster! I won't brook your sass any longer! I don't know when respect went out of fashion in today's society!
Old ant: This new generation is running the world into the ground! No sense of personal responsibility!
Old ant: In my day, we worked for our living! You kids don't know the meaning of an honest day's labor!
Old ant: What with your absurd musical taste, generically rebellious nature, and unfamiliar/threatening media-consumption habits
Old ant: My generation had it harder and made out better!
Old ant: ...But listen to me. I'm just an old fogey staring hard at the grave. At my age, you regret not taking care of your health most of all.
Young ant: How old are you?
Old ant: Tomorrow I will be 36 hours
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{{alt-text: But I don't feel a day over 24!}}
But I don't feel a day over 24!
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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