He Comic Page Is Dying; I Didn't

He Comic Page Is Dying; I Didn't Want To Go With It.

It's Not Terribly Dignified To Have Anyone Seeing One Laugh At One's Own Material.

I Will Go To My Grave In A State Of Abject Endless Fascination That We All Have The Capacity To Become Emotionally Involved With A Personality That Doesn't Exist.

I Could Draw Bloom County With My Nose And Pay My Cleaning Lady To Write It, And I'd Bet I Wouldn't Lose 10% Of My Papers Over The Next Twenty Years. Such Is The Nature Of Comic-strips. Once Established, Their Half-life Is Usually More Than Nuclear Waste.

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.