
Even the Son of Man is piling on Oreos…

Even the Son of Man is piling on Oreos…

Homonyms are my friends.

This is the final New Yorker return-to-sender from the group I submitted in February. They seemed to have quickened the pace of evaluations some, as I’ve received a few more emails telling me that my cartoons are not needed. I’ll keep posting them here so that they can break through the clouds and see the light of day.

This one was probably too crude for The New Yorker, but I read the phrase “subduction zone” somewhere and couldn’t help myself. 😉

Still love reading Agatha Christie, all these years later.

Written after learning that a man I care about will soon die. My prayers for he and his family…

Wordplay is fun.

One of my favorite books is Madeleine L’Engle’s Walking on Water, Reflections on Faith & Art. This quote is taken from there.

Getting to the last of the rejected batch of February New Yorker submissions. But I received an email a few days ago about a couple more that didn’t make the cut, so…

Probiotics vs. Robotics.