Many years ago, when I was still in high school, I went with a youth group to a United Farm Workers rally in Watsonville where Jesse Jackson was leading a march. This was only a few years after he’d run for president. He had quite an imposing aura. He seemed to be made of stone.

My thumb was crushed and fractured between the crossbeams of a forklift last Monday. I can’t use a pen anymore, which is why I’ve started making these brush drawings. A brush doesn’t require any pressure. This is what I can do now. I some ways, I think this work is more powerful.

I don’t post here very often because this is such a lonely platform. But here’s a lonely ruin on the edge of Alameda called Neptune Beach that used to be a bustling seaside amusement park.

@mikeduncan.bsky.social people were too busy at the time to wonder whatever became of him

Everyone in the world seemed to be against it for some weird reason, but the Kings beat the Lakers 117-116.

What if I did a whole comic book that was a monologue? All of the drama would be in this character’s performance.

Is this too much text?

“The magic comes later!”

“I don’t think we have a plane small enough to stop him.”

Mendeleev rewrote the story of the three little pigs to introduce the public to the periodic table of elements. It was called “The 63 Little Pigs” and they all die in a gas explosion.

Signs your baby might be Hitler

Oh no, shit fuck, forgot I have whole other version of a theory for here via @hackcartoonist.bsky.social

@mikeduncan.bsky.social is there a better smell than stale Topps gum?

I did some cartoons for The Guardian with @adambessie.bsky.social www.theguardian.com/commentisfre...