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Sheez. I forgot how much work it takes to draw, scan, process, and write these silly trifles. 

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Woof!

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Mal•Adjusted; Happy Holiday!

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In non clinical terms, Bob is a jerk.

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Total nonsense. But Old Bob Miller's Sarsaparilla made in Mesa Arizona was awesome, it had bite. I think they're out of business now. Sioux City Sarsaparilla is now the predominant maker nationally, but just a little more sweet and a little more smooth than I personally prefer.

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I've been reading 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.' The narrator isn't MPD exactly, but he's "chasing the ghost" of his former self. It made me think of this. I have a friend who's a psychology professor that asked if he could use some of my cartoons to illustrate lectures. I guess that also fed into this too.

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*from 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' by Robert Pirsig

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Oh Crap! I almost forgot that it's National Cartoonist's Day! Better celebrate. I know, why don't I post 4 cartoons in one morning! Okay, sounds like a plan.

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Save me, I'm becoming hopelessly esoteric!

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Beware; there is no casual conversation with people who are both reflective, and hyper-analytical.

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If I'm going to have these spurts of productivity like last week and the last couple of days, I should really post things on a time-released system where they show up once a week for a month instead of once a day for a week. Whatever. This one was fun. She's based on a dentures ad in a early 60's Saturday Evening Post- and a quote on fascism from 1940's Progressive Party Presidential candidate Henry Wallace.

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