Comic Transcripts

[[A man holding a snake]]
Man: So, ah.
This is probably going to end horribly.
With me crushed, or devoured, or suffocated, or enchanted or something.
Snake: Yes.

Man: I bet people just STUMBLE in here and wind up dead ALL the time.
Without even THINKING about it. Just, “WHOOPS, wrong door…agghkk”
Snake: Fairly frequently.

Man: But I’d like to go on record that I WORRIED about this.
I CONSIDERED the RISKS of coming in here. I KNEW about your reputation. I WEIGHED the pros and cons.
I feel like that should DEFEND me somehow.

Snake: Tell you what, I’ll kill you EXACTLY as you imagined.
Man: Sweet! If I AM going to die, I’d like to at least be RIGHT.

{{header: Well, if I backed out after discovering that the Snake Room leads invariably to gruesome death, I’d feel like a wimp!}}
{{alt-text: Well, if I backed out after discovering that the Snake Room leads invariably to gruesome death, I’d feel like a wimp!}}

#793; In which it Happens Anyhow transcribed by in

[[A man holding a snake]]
Man: So, ah.
This is probably going to end horribly.
With me crushed, or devoured, or suffocated, or enchanted or something.
Snake: Yes.

Man: I bet people just STUMBLE in here and wind up dead ALL the time.
Without even THINKING about it. Just, “WHOOPS, wrong door…agghkk”
Snake: Fairly frequently.

Man: But I’d like to go on record that I WORRIED about this.
I CONSIDERED the RISKS of coming in here. I KNEW about your reputation. I WEIGHED the pros and cons.
I feel like that should DEFEND me somehow.

Snake: Tell you what, I’ll kill you EXACTLY as you imagined.
Man: Sweet! If I AM going to die, I’d like to at least be RIGHT.

{{header: Well, if I backed out after discovering that the Snake Room leads invariably to gruesome death, I’d feel like a wimp!}}
{{alt-text: Well, if I backed out after discovering that the Snake Room leads invariably to gruesome death, I’d feel like a wimp!}}

#793; In which it Happens Anyhow transcribed by in

[[A man holding a snake]]
Man: So, ah.
This is probably going to end horribly.
With me crushed, or devoured, or suffocated, or enchanted or something.
Snake: Yes.

Man: I bet people just STUMBLE in here and wind up dead ALL the time.
Without even THINKING about it. Just, "WHOOPS, wrong door...agghkk"
Snake: Fairly frequently.

Man: But I'd like to go on record that I WORRIED about this.
I CONSIDERED the RISKS of coming in here. I KNEW about your reputation. I WEIGHED the pros and cons.
I feel like that should DEFEND me somehow.

Snake: Tell you what, I'll kill you EXACTLY as you imagined.
Man: Sweet! If I AM going to die, I'd like to at least be RIGHT.

{{header: Well, if I backed out after discovering that the Snake Room leads invariably to gruesome death, I'd feel like a wimp!}}
{{alt-text: Well, if I backed out after discovering that the Snake Room leads invariably to gruesome death, I'd feel like a wimp!}}

Well, if I backed out after discovering that the Snake Room leads invariably to gruesome death, I'd feel like a wimp!

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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