[[A man looks at the ground through a telescope. A girl, sitting on a stool, reads next to him.]]
Girl: This story illustrates exactly how I feel!
[[The man continues looking through the telescope.]]
Man: So?
Girl: So, the only logical explanation is that the publisher is spying on me!
[[The girl continues her tirade.]]
Girl: Watching my every move, charting my every emotion...
[[The girl finishes.]]
Girl: My privacy is gone! My civil liberties violated! I hope my hair looks okay.
[[Silence.]]
[[The man offers a retort.]]
Man: Nobody cares that much about you.
Girl: Shut up, spy!
{{Header: bleed out at wondermark.com}}
{{Alt-text: they probably have some kind of graph with all of your moods}}
they probably have some kind of graph with all of your moods
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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