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 started as a news photographer at the University Of Texas' Daily Texan.

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.

My kids hear me behind my door, giggling like an idiot, and they roll their eyes at the blatant indignity of it all.

It was a huge challenge to learn digital painting well enough so that computers don't pop into mind when one sees one.

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

Cartooning is about deconstruction: you gotta tear something down to make a joke.