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New Yorker Rejects #8

Can you feel Fall in the air? I certainly can. Much like the dropping of withered leaves, my rejected cartoons are suddenly piling up in the gutter, asphalt-soaked and ripe for decay. Except

New Yorker Rejects #7

Every now and then, an informal meeting of Portland-based, professional cartoonists takes place here in town. And I get an invite. It's not like it's an official thing, but

Bye Week

You know what?! I've got too much going on to write a full post this week. It's late Wednesday night and nobody's paying me anyway. I do

The Condor

Despite all my age I am still just in a batting cage.