If Nothing Is Serious Anymore, Then There's

The Digital World Has Allowed Me A Connection With My Reader That I'd Never Had Before. I Didn't Meet The People Who Read My Material. The Fan Letters Were Mostly Answered By Professional People That'd Done Them For A Living. And I Didn't Have Any Daily Connection With Their Response To My Work. I Didn't Have A Relationship With My Audience. And Every Artist Should Have It.

Dear Lord, I've Been Asked, Nay Commanded, To Thank Thee For The Christmas Turkey Before Us... A Turkey Which Was No Doubt A Lively, Intelligent Bird... A Social Being... Capable Of Actual Affection... Nuzzling Its Young With Almost Human- Like Compassion. Anyway, It's Dead And We're Gonna Eat It. Please Give Our Respects To Its Family.

That's The Conundrum Of Cartoon Stripping, As Opposed To Political Cartoons. When Your Anger Is The Driving Force Of Your Drawing Hand, Failure Follows. The Anger Is Ok, But It Has To Serve The Interests Of The Heart, Frankly.

If I Could Have Drawn A Cat Yelling For Lasagna Every Day For 15 Years And Have Them Pay Me $30 Million To Do So, I Would Have.

Liberal, Shmiberal. That Should Be A New Word. Shmiberal: One Who Is Assumed Liberal, Just Because He's A Professional Whiner In The Newspaper. If You'll Read The Subtext For Many Of Those Old Strips, You'll Find The Heart Of An Old-fashioned Libertarian. And I'd Be A Libertarian, If They Weren't All A Bunch Of Tax-dodging Professional Whiners.