GLORIA: Daddy, why can't animals talk?
JIMMY: It's not that they can't talk - it's that we can't talk like them!
JIMMY: You see, all human language is descended from a mother, animal tongue. To the beasts, our yammering, overenunciated dialects sound like so much chittering gibberish!
JIMMY: Unlike the animals, in order to communicate we must convert ideas down into inefficient sets of words. This is such a lost of nuance that it's like recounting an opera in Morse code. To a cocker spaniel, human speech is like beeping in German.
GLORIA: So when I say, "Chunky, I love you?"
JIMMY: He hears "Der biepbiep biep biepbiepbieperzung biep biep biepen biepenschlauf biep biepinzingerunting."
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It's miserable!
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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