[[MIDGERIE eyes a piece of paper that SHMORACE has discarded in a basket.]]
MIDGERIE: You're throwing this away?
SHMORACE: Why would I need a perfect attendance certificate from my elementary school?
[[Midgerie extracts the certificate.]]
MIDGERIE: It has that gold filigree around the edges. That makes it seem IMPORTANT
MIDGERIE: Would anyone ever want to see it?
SHMORACE: Not a chance.
MIDGERIE: Doesn't it remind you of more carefree times?
SHMORACE: Sure--
SHMORACE: But I don't need it. If I EVER needed it, I no longer do. NO ONE needs it. It will benefit more lives recycled into a milk carton.
SHMORACE: Perfect attendance doesn't matter to me now because TODAY, I can express that SAME conscientious impulse by confidently deciding that I don't need this decades-old piece of paper.
[[Shmorace punctuates the declaration by dropping the certificate back in the basket.]]
MIDGERIE: At least take a picture
[[Shmorace takes a picture of it with his cell phone]]
SFX: click
MIDGERIE: If you were in my class, I'd have thrown you out on the last day of school just to PREVENT you from getting that certificate.
SHMORACE: That could have spared us this ENTIRE DISCUSSION
{{header: a thorough review of WONDERMARK.COM}}
We have been using a LOT of gunpowder so WHEREVER they're hiding, they have DEFINITELY heard the shots.
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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