Here’s one that was submitted to The New Yorker in June–they appear to be catching up with my output. Perhaps I have annoyed them enough to get on their radar. Curiously, they have skipped over a cartoon I submitted back in April that I thought was especially strong. Hmmm.
This particular one is amusing to me, pondering what might be in store for Mr. Jenkins from his obviously annoyed, costumed employee.
A newer declined New Yorker cartoon. The next few you’ll see I am still learning how to use the Monoprice Drawing Tablet–as evidenced by the pixilation.
I read the phrase “positive emotional momentum” somewhere and this is the result. I like that she’s trying to explain her double scoop cone to a pigeon.
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.
Wordplay is fun.
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.
White Outs 