[[19th century man and woman]]
Man: Why is there no culturally acceptable way to say "You gonna finish that spaghetti?" Why is it such a taboo to be concerned about wasting food?
Woman: Because you are making a pig of yourself. Why must you fixate on vacuuming up every last crumb?
Man: Why don't you? That's food! That's calories and energy! That's sunlight and diesel and the slaughter of animals! I won't let it be for nothing!
Man: A ton of sunk costs have gone into this food. You can't just toss it! That's sociopathic. That's Nero, fiddling while Rome burns. The Food version.
Woman: You know, you'll actually consume less--and thus waste less--if you save leftovers for later meals.
Man: I'm not gonna dirty a Tupperware for three spoonfuls of spaghetti! Washing it will be even more wasteful! Hot water! Soap! Time!
Man: No, by putting food to the use it was sacrificed for--nourishing me--I am paying the karmic debt incurred by the food producers. It is a moral good!
Woman: It's not nourishing you! All that extra spaghetti is probably shortening your lifespan!
[[Man stands with chest puffed out.]]
Man: All martyrs are misunderstood in their lifetimes.
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{{alt-text: people who are often misunderstood: 6% geniuses; 94% garden-variety nonsense-spouters}}
people who are often misunderstood: 6% geniuses; 94% garden-variety nonsense-spouters
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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