Woman: Jason. Listen very carefully to me. This is our WEDDING.
Woman: We have established a wintergreen napkin palette. These turquoise pepper mills you found suggest a fundamentally Southwestern character.
Woman: It's like you're not even paying attention!
Man: Baby, you've been on about these minute details for months--
Woman: Well, of course!
Woman: You wouldn't defend a thesis without studying and preparing!
Woman: You wouldn't go to the Olympics without training day and night!
Woman: You wouldn't show up in court without having your case ironclad!
Man: But... those are all things you can lose at.
Woman: I know! Exactly! And I'm almost thirty!
Woman: I have come this far! I will not have this taken from me!
Man: I never knew that weddings were a cargo cult, where if you get something wrong with the napkins then God refuses to sanctify the union.
[[Woman is now crouching behind the table]]
Woman: Not God
Woman: EVERYBODY
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{{alt text: fine. wintergreen? how about custom packages of tic tacs? folks can rattle them when they want us to kiss! --JASON are you TRYING to give me a migraine}}
fine. wintergreen? how about custom packages of tic tacs? folks can rattle them when they want us to kiss! -- JASON are you TRYING to give me a migraine
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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