Woman: Connor? I... I think we should break up.
Connor: What? But I thought you'd made peace with my nonsense! It's a phase. A nonsensical phase. I'll get better!
Woman: No. This has been a long time coming. And it's very hard to wrap my mind around, but it's real. Everyone I've discussed it with agrees with me.
Connor: Discussed it with? Who have you discussed it with?
Woman: Doesn't matter. People. Objects. Animals. Vegetables.
Connor: Vegetables? Like the broccoli we had for dinner? Did you discuss it with them?
Woman: Yes if you must know. At least they listen.
Connor: So you're telling me that they sat there and let themselves get eaten by me all the while smugly, silently knowing that you wanted to break up with me? And I'm laughing and putting cheese on them like a chump while they knew? Are you out to humiliate me in front of my dinner?
Woman: This ? this is one of the reasons why we should break up.
{{header: five servings of WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: I am OUTRAGED that my carrots did not warn me about this potential heartbreak in the instant before I mashed them into pulp without the slightest thought for their own feelings in the matter}}
I am OUTRAGED that my carrots did not warn me about this potential heartbreak in the instant before I mashed them into pulp without the slightest thought for their own feelings in the matter
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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