Dear Lord, I’ve been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us…
BERKELEY BREATHEDDear Lord, I’ve been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us…
BERKELEY BREATHEDI 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.
BERKELEY BREATHEDThe 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.
BERKELEY BREATHEDI will go to my grave in a state of abject endless fascination that we all have the capacity to become emotionally involved with a personality that doesn’t exist.
BERKELEY BREATHEDMy kids hear me behind my door, giggling like an idiot, and they roll their eyes at the blatant indignity of it all.
BERKELEY BREATHEDThe universe throws us some obvious little pitches sometimes, and we need to be awake enough not to let them slip by.
BERKELEY BREATHEDLiberal, shmiberal. That should be a new word. Shmiberal: one who is assumed liberal, just because he’s a professional whiner in the newspaper.
BERKELEY BREATHEDCartooning is about deconstruction: you gotta tear something down to make a joke.
BERKELEY BREATHEDAnd just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.
BERKELEY BREATHEDIrony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.
BERKELEY BREATHEDHe comic page is dying; I didn’t want to go with it.
BERKELEY BREATHEDDoonesbury had the requisite and overwhelming influence in 1980, as it did on any college cartoonist who was paying attention, of course.
BERKELEY BREATHEDI 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.
BERKELEY BREATHEDKeep in mind that in 1985, I had a potential readership of over 50 million Americans. At that time, a good portion of those were under 30.
BERKELEY BREATHEDSteve Dallas…a frat-boy lawyer who I knew in school. He’s never written me. I suspect he was shot by an annoyed girlfriend, which has saved me many legal fees.
BERKELEY BREATHEDIf 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.
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