I'll Confess Right Here That I Secretly

I Started As A News Photographer At The University Of Texas' Daily Texan.

I Will Go To My Grave In A State Of Abject Endless Fascination That We All Have The Capacity To Become Emotionally Involved With A Personality That Doesn't Exist.

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.

I Paint Digitally Now. A Pity, In Some Ways, As The Biggest Price One Pays Is That You No Longer Have A Finished Piece Of Physical Art To Hang On A Wall. I Miss That Terribly.

And Just As It Is With All Proper Grannies, She Ordered Me Into My Pink Bunny Jammies.