I'm a reader of milblogs, but as with all blogs, the wheat/chaff ratio makes it a poor investment of time.

I'm a pointillist, just working my tiny little piece of the canvas. I'm not so good at perspective.

That's what fiction writers do: create characters and do terrible things to them for the entertainment of others. If they feel guilty enough, they write happy endings.

Becoming the new feminine ideal requires just the right combination of insecurity, exercise, bulimia and surgery.

I try not to second-guess editors; they're the clients, and I have no expectation that my strip is going to make it into every paper every day.

Once a week, I am a very desperate man.

Medical decisions have been politicized. What doctor wants a state legislator in his consulting room?