Comic Transcripts

DAPHNE: Hey! Hey there, little one! Don’t be shy! What’s the matter? What’s the matter, little baby deer?

GORDY [[a fawn]]: Oh, you know?every day I’m increasingly angry at myself for being unable to fulfill the promises I whisper into my pillow in the dead of night

GORDY: “Tomorrow,” I insist. “Finally, TOMORROW will be the day. Mark down today, for it is during this sleep that the old you dies. Tomorrow will be DIFFERENT. At last.”

DAPHNE: You have a pillow?
GORDY: Well I’m not a savage

{{header: time to do WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: I keep the 600-thread-count sheets in the linen closet because I DON’T DESERVE THEM}}

#711; The Miserable Fawn transcribed by in

DAPHNE: Hey! Hey there, little one! Don’t be shy! What’s the matter? What’s the matter, little baby deer?

GORDY [[a fawn]]: Oh, you know?every day I’m increasingly angry at myself for being unable to fulfill the promises I whisper into my pillow in the dead of night

GORDY: “Tomorrow,” I insist. “Finally, TOMORROW will be the day. Mark down today, for it is during this sleep that the old you dies. Tomorrow will be DIFFERENT. At last.”

DAPHNE: You have a pillow?
GORDY: Well I’m not a savage

{{header: time to do WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: I keep the 600-thread-count sheets in the linen closet because I DON’T DESERVE THEM}}

#711; The Miserable Fawn transcribed by in

DAPHNE: Hey! Hey there, little one! Don't be shy! What's the matter? What's the matter, little baby deer?

GORDY [[a fawn]]: Oh, you know?every day I'm increasingly angry at myself for being unable to fulfill the promises I whisper into my pillow in the dead of night

GORDY: "Tomorrow," I insist. "Finally, TOMORROW will be the day. Mark down today, for it is during this sleep that the old you dies. Tomorrow will be DIFFERENT. At last."

DAPHNE: You have a pillow?
GORDY: Well I'm not a savage

{{header: time to do WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: I keep the 600-thread-count sheets in the linen closet because I DON'T DESERVE THEM}}

I keep the 600-thread-count sheets in the linen closet because I DON'T DESERVE THEM

20 years ago (in photocomic form)

A young David Malki !, Steve Carey, and Ryan North, June 2006.

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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