I ignore Hallmark Holidays. And this comes from a guy who has sold a million Opus greeting cards.

I'd be a Libertarian, if they weren't all a bunch of tax-dodging professional whiners.

Steve 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.

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.

If nothing is serious anymore, then there's nothing to satirize.

And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.

He comic page is dying; I didn't want to go with it.