My Kids Hear Me Behind My Door,

I Can Say That Even In The Midst Of My Most Cynical Comic Stripping: Opus Shone Through With A Bit Of Heart, Anchoring The Ugly Proceedings With A Comforting Pull Of Emotion.

If I Could Have Drawn A Cat Yelling For Lasagna Every Day For 15 Years And Have Them Pay Me $30 Million To Do So, I Would Have.

I Drew The Last Image Ever Of Opus At Midnight While Puccini Was Playing And I Got Rather Stupid. Thirty Years. A Bit Like Saying Goodbye To A Child - Which Is Ironic Because I Was Never, Never Sentimental About Him As Many Of His Fans Were.

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

I Knew 'mars Needs Moms! ' Would Be A Movie Seconds After The Title Came To Mind. Similarly, I Also Knew That My Daughter Would Be Calling Me A Dork As A Default Term Of Endearment Eventually.