#686; The Taylors Leave a Shadow
[[three gentlemen in top hats]]
MAN 1: ...It's our first holiday season in the new house. Super nice, super cozy. And then we get the first card. A holiday card addressed to the prior occupants, the Taylors.
MAN 1: No big deal, we thought. We returned it to sender. But then we got another. And another. And another. Forty-eight, before we lost count.
MAN 2: Criminy! The Taylors must have been prolific carders themselves. Nobody receives that many cards unless they send twice as many.
MAN 1: Right. And we figured they'd probably still be sending all these people cards of their own.
MAN 1: So we did too.
[[Irate looking gentleman with side whiskers looking at a card; next to him is a woman]]
RECIPIENT: Huh, we got two cards from the Taylors this year.
WIFE: Duplicates?
RECIPIENT: Well, one is a regular card...But the other says, 'WE ARE THE ONLY TRUE TAYLORS ALL OTHERS ARE SPACE ALIEN IMPOSTERS.' In a font that looks like...blood drips?
{{header: greetings from WONDERMARK.COM}}
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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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