They say time marches on. So too, does March, so it seems. As a result, I have produced for you a small selection of March Arch. I mean art. Mart Art.

Whatever. You get the idea. At this month's art feast I have provided a dozen or so normal crumbs, as well as a few salacious crumbs. The latter are not cataloged here because I am a coward. If you wish to see them you need but ask and I shall share with you my horde of lewd. When I wrote that I wrote "horse" at first and that is an entirely different category of lewd which, while popular, is not one I partake of in any capacity.

Recently a good friend of mine approached me and asked, "When am I going to stop exploding?" It's a good question. He was supposed to stop exploding quite a while ago, and yet despite my least efforts he remains caught in the moment of destruction. A skilled cartoonist can elide a lot of events in the white space between two comic panels. Even a skilled cartoonist, which I do not consider myself to be, cannot depict events between a comic panel and nothing. Another panel needs to be drawn. Until such time, my good friend will continue to explode. Doesn't seem fair to him, but on the other hand he did know what he was getting into.