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I'll Confess Right Here That I Secretly Wish I'd Have Drawn A Strip About A Little Boy With A Fake Tiger, Going For Adventures Throughout The Universe In Spaceships Of His Imagination.

The Digital World Has Allowed Me A Connection With My Reader That I'd Never Had Before. I Didn't Meet The People Who Read My Material. The Fan Letters Were Mostly Answered By Professional People That'd Done Them For A Living. And I Didn't Have Any Daily Connection With Their Response To My Work. I Didn't Have A Relationship With My Audience. And Every Artist Should Have It.

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

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

I Hate Smoothies. Because They Won't Offer Firestone Ipa Beer As An Ingredient.