When you’re a frog and a theoretical cosmologist, catching flies becomes an exercise in exploiting space-time curvature!
When you’re a frog and a theoretical cosmologist, catching flies becomes an exercise in exploiting space-time curvature!
I designed some props for Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure — or at least, I think I did. Here’s my teeny tiny flex.
My old boss Bob was a charming fraudster. My time working for him helps me see through Donald Trump and people like him.
I had plans for this potato. Now all I have is the certificate of authenticity.
45 years ago, at the Phoenix premier of “Life of Brian” some protesters tried in vain to turn us away. I still have their flier.
Just an innocent sketch of an alien creature, forced after-the-fact and against its will into a political allegory.
I drew a bespoke cute, big-eyed, rabbit holding a carrot for my daughter, only for her to change her mind midway.
Even if it’s Joe Biden’s brain kept alive in a jar, I will support the Democratic candidate for President. That is preferable to Emperor Trump.
I drew the snail, and then the snail drew me – into my persistent worries about right-wing extremists who want to ban books, and more.
The once and future irrelevant song about the American political climate. Do we still taste the same thing?
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