On the one hand, I have a number of one-panel cartoons written up. Don’t believe me? Understandable. Here’s proof:

On the other hand, I had this one drawn up for about a week and a half before the desire kicked in to color it and post it. This is because comics are boring and stupid and I don’t really read them anymore. Essentially it seems to be the art of telling people things they already know* very loudly and slowly, as if they are dumb, and the more loudly and slowly you tell them, the happier they are with it. Does the world need that?

*all art is like that

On the third hand, residual habit, and spite. Hmmm.