
Casual canine?

Casual canine?

This is my first official rejection from The New Yorker. I submitted this cartoon way back in October of last year. So it appears their review time can take up to four months–wow!
I’ve submitted a couple others already and I’m trying to complete a batch of ten to send off at the same time. I think I’m better understanding the style and sense of humor they are looking for. We’ll see.
Anyway, this cartoon idea is a bit out of date…since we have pretty much moved into a new political season. But I still like it.

Every once in awhile I wonder if I should post a cartoon I create. This is one of those times. Ash to…ash?

Yellow is the moderate primary.

They may need more than 12 steps if they find themselves behind these motorists.

The narrative is always being re-written.

I dislike ring around the collar. Why haven’t we, as an advanced species, been able to invent technology that will prevent this clothing tragedy?

Here’s one from last March. I enjoy a good pulled pork sandwich.
I’d like to see a short reality series featuring Hillary, Bernie, The Donald and Ted, seated around a table eating messy food. (Each episode featuring a different item.) The catch is they cannot talk about politics. They have to talk about their favorite music, childhood pets, smart phones apps, etc.

One of my favorite MLK quotes: “Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.”
By the way, I own a Dream Dictionary. It was recommended by a Spiritual Director I was seeing a few years ago. It’s very interesting–I’ve referred to it a couple of times after particularly vivid dreams.

My kind of non-violent resistance.
Today is my 44th birthday and I’m still learning how to be at peace with not being “productive”. Like a lot of people in this country I bear a sort of unconscious, Calvinist guilt that often keeps me moving even when I don’t need to be. Here’s to doing more of “nothing” in the year to come…cheers!