[[ A young woman is talking to her aging mother ]]
Daughter: Mom, do you have life insurance?
Mom: Oh, yes, dear.
Mom: I have extremely comprehensive coverage. It pays out different amounts depending on the circumstances of my death.
Mom: For example, if I am killed leaping from one speedboat to another
Mom: Either by the shock of hitting the water or if I am mangled by one of the propellers
Mom: The insurance pays for a memorial statue of me down at the marina
Mom: as a cautionary tale of sorts
Mom: If I am killed wrestling a bear to protect an infant, the insurance pays for one hundred bears to be killed and my body entombed in a crypt made from their bones
Mom: And naturally, if my heart explodes while I'm attempting to become the oldest woman ever to singlehandedly obliterate an entire camp of terrorists with just my wrinkled fists
Mom: the insurance will erect an obelisk in my honor that will blot out the sun
Daughter: What if you, like, die of cancer?
Mom: Why would I do that
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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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