New Yorker Rejects #9
I been done right.
cartoon
The Turkey
When a turkey steals the spotlight—and your donut—there's only one way to make things right.
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