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.
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creativity
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
Does This Smell Right?
I'm not sure why, but I seem kinda interested in noses.
New Yorker Rejects #6
The Death of Ivan Ilyich is a story about a guy who falls off his chair and dies. But he doesn't die right away, it actually takes him several months. There&
Same as it Ever Was
A couple of months after starting vet school, one of my classmates spam-emailed the whole student body. There was no message, just a Photoshopped image of me posing as a velociraptor, next to