I don’t know what most people think I do all day, but it is definitely NOT sitting around on my fuzzy butt drinking margaritas and eating bon-bons. Wouldn’t it be nice, though, if some magical fairy godperson (I’m not picky) would swoop down and drop a big bag of money so I could sit around drawing PANDA CARTOONS for days on end? I have fans now! (Well at least 28 of you are subscribing and some of those AREN’T because I personally threatened you with bodily harm and excessive whining if you didn’t.) People are depending on me for frequent applications of panda satire!
Around the beginning of October, someone on NPR always announces that the annual MacArthur Fellowships have been awarded and gosh darn it I didn’t get one again this year. Sigh… So there I was, lamenting my failure to receive large bags of money once again, and darned if I didn’t think of a cartoon to celebrate the season. So, I hope someone on the committee that selects people for the grant is reading this, because this category has long been neglected among MacArthur recipients.
Be the Bear (who was feeling better enough to draw a new cartoon!)
Bob T. Panda
If this is what Bob does while consumed by flu – just imagine the genius that will flow when well/ if well……..
When my fever was up around 100+ I was sure I heard all the pandas discussing what they were going to do with my stuff if I …well, you know. I will have to quash the panda rebellion. (I am feeling much better, tho.)