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If I could have drawn a cat yelling for lasagna every day for 15 years and have them pay me $30 million to do so, I would have.
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.
Despite what they tell you, there are simply no moral absolutes in a complex world.
Negative humor is forgotten immediately. It’s the stuff that makes us feel better about our lives that lives long. Much more satisfying. Enter children’s books.
I started as a news photographer at the University Of Texas’ Daily Texan.
And that’s why any of my picture books exist: They all seem to be built backwards from a simple, emotionally optimistic story beat.
My post-child period resulted in one instant change: I write shorter books for kids.
Cartooning is about deconstruction: you gotta tear something down to make a joke.
Doonesbury had the requisite and overwhelming influence in 1980, as it did on any college cartoonist who was paying attention, of course.
If nothing is serious anymore, then there’s nothing to satirize.
I’ll confess right here that I secretly wish I’d have drawn a strip about a little boy with a fake tiger, going for adventures throughout the universe in spaceships of his imagination.
Bloom County was set in a tidy, rural environment probably because of Harper Lee’s ‘To Kill a Mockingbird.’
I can say that even in the midst of my most cynical comic stripping: Opus shone through with a bit of heart, anchoring the ugly proceedings with a comforting pull of emotion.
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
Keep in mind that in 1985, I had a potential readership of over 50 million Americans. At that time, a good portion of those were under 30.
I knew ‘Mars Needs Moms! ‘ would be a movie seconds after the title came to mind. Similarly, I also knew that my daughter would be calling me a dork as a default term of endearment eventually.
Some of us find our lives abridged even before the paperback comes out.
I drew the last image ever of Opus at midnight while Puccini was playing and I got rather stupid. Thirty years. A bit like saying goodbye to a child – which is ironic because I was never, never sentimental about him as many of his fans were.
