Well…most of the time?
Here’s another one a certain magazine relegated to coach.
Foot instructions
I like to think that Big J was a funny guy.
I’m a Hobbesist
A welcome break from New Yorker cartoons…
Catching up…
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.
The power of ice cream
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.
Unclean
Even the Son of Man is piling on Oreos…
Owning it
Homonyms are my friends.
Another one
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.
Low blow
This one was probably too crude for The New Yorker, but I read the phrase “subduction zone” somewhere and couldn’t help myself. 😉
Whodunit?
Still love reading Agatha Christie, all these years later.
White Outs 