Here’s another old one, back from the black and white days, and “pre-ear.” I’m still mystified as to who gets to determine when “awareness” days are scheduled and the topic for these days–or months. I pretty sure you or I could log on to Facebook and, if we had enough followers, could arbitrarily declare today to be “National Beef Jerky Day” and it would go viral.
There’s nothing quite like experiencing a face full of playground ball.
I wish glow-in-the-dark ectoplasm was available when I was a kid.
The Man just regulates the fun out of everything.
Blasphemy, Right? Come after me if you like but I warn you, I’m almost as big as Chewbacca. 😉
Think about it…
I’ve decided to start submitting cartoons on a regular basis to The New Yorker. This is the pinnacle of the cartooning world as far as I’m concerned and would definitely be a feather in my cap. Of course every other cartoonist would like to be published there, too, so I’m competing against hundreds upon hundreds of cartoons. Still, nothing ventured…
The New Yorker only accepts previously unpublished work (even on a blog) so that means I’ll have to hold (what I consider to be) good work back from this site until it has been either accepted or dismissed by the magazine. This will probably create a new reoccurring feature: Whiteouts rejected by The New Yorker!
First cartoon was sent in last night…wish me luck.
Here’s one from the archives because I was too tired to draw anything last night and, well, this is a pretty good cartoon.
Maybe Smokey can help him with his resume…
Cheers, hipster dads–I raise a glass of obscure craft beer to you!
White Outs 