[[Sylvia talks with Mr. Meanscary.]]
Gax: WATER GIVES GAXIANS GAS
Sylvia: Ammonia, then.
Mr. Meanscary: Hello, Sylvia.
Mr. Meanscary: Before you say anything - I'm SORRY about what I said. I was just so ANGRY with - with MYSELF.
Sylvia: I'll scream. I swear to god I will scream.
Mr. Meanscary: NO! Just - just -
Mr. Meanscary: AAH
Mr. Meanscary: I KNOW I'm no good. But you FIX that. You make me feel WORTHWHILE. I don't know how I'd get BY without you.
Sylvia: You ARE good, Herbert, but you refuse to OWN it. I can't be your CRUTCH. If YOU can't believe in yourself, why should anybody else? Why should I?
Sylvia: You can pity yourself all you like. But you will do it ALONE.
Mr. Meanscary: Don't LEAVE me, Sylvia! I LOVE YOU!
[[Mr. Meanscary presents a horrifying starfish-like hair clump.]]
Mr. Meanscary: I made a hairball doll of our future child
Sylvia: EEK! WHAT A HORRID CREATURE!
Sylvia: Get AWAY! Get AWAY from me!
Mr. Meanscary: FINE! Just like the REST! HATE me for being who I can't change! You're shallow, Sylvia! SHALLOW!
Sylvia: What a HORROR you are!
Sylvia: You WRETCHED piece of FILTH!
Mr. Meanscary: I WILL TAKE THIS OVER INDIFFERENCE
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{{alt-text: "The pendulum SWINGS, Sylvia!!"}}
''The pendulum SWINGS, Sylvia!!''
(This story began here.)
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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