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.

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.

Dear Lord, I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us... a turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird... a social being... capable of actual affection... nuzzling its young with almost human- like compassion. Anyway, it's dead and we're gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family.

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

Some of us find our lives abridged even before the paperback comes out.

Irony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.