Man: Susan? Can I ask you a question - an IMPORTANT question?
Would you still love me if my toes became mice?
Man: If my toenails became little tiny buck teeth, and the wrinkled skin on each knuckle twisted to become a series of sinister little pointed faces?
If the sparse hair on each digit stiffened and elongated into whiskers, and those rigid tendons on my feet became long, whipping tails, possessed of an independent dark energy?
Man: If I no longer WALKED from place to place, but rather was PORTED ABOUT by the scurrying of forty tiny legs, pulling my stiff, upright body from place to place entirely in opposition to any will I might express?
Man: Would you still love me if this nightmare became real TONIGHT, Susan? If the moon and the stars and my birthday just HAPPENED to combine in an awful, irresistible alchemy?
Susan: Is this likely?
Man: Why in the world would THAT matter SUSAN
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JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION
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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