He Comic Page Is Dying; I Didn't

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

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.

It's Not Terribly Dignified To Have Anyone Seeing One Laugh At One's Own Material.

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

I Could Draw Bloom County With My Nose And Pay My Cleaning Lady To Write It, And I'd Bet I Wouldn't Lose 10% Of My Papers Over The Next Twenty Years. Such Is The Nature Of Comic-strips. Once Established, Their Half-life Is Usually More Than Nuclear Waste.