Sorry there's no drawing in this one, everyone. Had to get one in early this week because old friends were going to be in town for Hallowe'en. I'm sure I'll be back to my usual densely detailed, fine-lined, headache-inducing work next week.
This one is inspired by a game/exercise my friends Aaron and Carolyn and I all did on our cross-country road trip this spring, in which we each drew a pie chart showing the contents of our own minds at that moment. (A reminder to our friend Sheila, whom we visited in Waukesha, WI: you still owe us your pie chart. There's a space waiting for it in the travel journal.) A couple of disclaimers: 1.) there is no evidence to suggest that Donald Rumslefd is a homosexual or a pedophile. I just like saying mean things about him. Being inaccurate and unfair is the whole fun of being a cartoonist. 2.) my own pie chart does not reflect the actual current contents of my brain. I probably think about fucking even more than is depicted here. But I hardly ever really think about whiskey, although I do like drinking it now and then. I just liked the parallels between mine and George's charts. But my true pie chart is no one's business but my own.