I designed some props for Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure — or at least, I think I did. Here’s my teeny tiny flex.
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.
“Higher-order mentalizing” began with a ghost and ended with a fly – neglecting the hypothetical desires of a poop.
My marginal doodles, animated by AI: A pissed-off bear, a three-eyed bon vivant, an angry schmo, a streaker.
With my new colored pencils, I rediscovered the feeling of sorcery, remembering that we see with our brains, not with our eyes.
I was the star witness in a trial with a statistically highly improbable jury composition – perhaps unfairly so.
In “Carey: Genesis of the Song,” My friend Cary Raditz transcends the cane-wielding character trapped in the Joni Mitchell song.
Jimmy Buffett seemed so at ease in the wider world, he was one of the musicians who made me want to expand my horizons.
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