I guess I have a gift for expressing pedestrian tastes. In a way, it's kind of depressing.
You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.
If you can't win by reason, go for volume.
Ah, the life of a newspaper cartoonist - how I miss the groupies, drugs and trashed hotel rooms!
Good friends are hard to come by... I need more money.
In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive.