I hate stories like this one about the homicidal astronaut.
People sidle up to me in the elevator and say, "Can't wait to see what you draw about this astronaut." No pressure. Clearly, the cartoons they've drawn in their heads will be better than anything I put on paper.
But the truth is, there's no substance in a story like this. People, relationships gone bad, love betrayed -- there is nothing for an editorial cartoonist to comment on here. The stress of the job? Please.
And yet I can hear my colleagues swarming around the images. Space shuttle far above earth -- "We've got to stop meeting like this." ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Watch. Their cartoons will be in Newsweek and all over cagle.com. If anybody finds anything substantial to comment on, I'll eat my kneaded eraser.