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!
I was thinking yesterday about Alan Rickman’s death, trying to come up with a cartoon that would have Snape battling John McClane from Die Hard. That was too much work. I did this instead.
This aural assault comes with options.
Sometimes it’s just fun to do something different.
I think she’s about to receive an unexpected notification…
Happy new year, folks. Sorry for the lack of cartoons–I was out of town and busy with holiday cheer. We spent some of the time in Colorado and it was about 15-25 degrees for most of our visit. Perhaps that inspired this very bad pun…
Here’s another one of my favorites from last Christmas. Don’t mess with Parson Brown.
I’ve submitted three drawings to The New Yorker thus far and all three appear to be languishing in “cartoon purgatory.” I’ve gotten notification that they have been received but no official “accept” or “reject.”
I got the idea for the cartoon above about three days AFTER the winter solstice last year, so I’ve been sitting on it for many months. I thought this was a funny idea and sent it to The New Yorker way back in mid-October, thinking they might be interested in it for a December run.
In retrospect, they probably need far longer lead time than that…just to sort through the thousands of submissions they receive.
Anyway, since I haven’t heard anything and since today is the winter solstice…enjoy!
White Outs 