Greetings from Seattle, where the sun came out today for the first time since I've been here. The wedding went very well, my favorite part being the group photo shoot in which all attendees were asked to don clown noses. (The groom is, among other things, a professional clown. The ceremony was officiated by another clown by the name of Rufus the Doofus, albeit not in clown costume).

While flying out here, our plane had to circle the Philadelphia airport for twenty minutes because Bush was in town, and no planes can land when he's traveling in his motorcade. It was around this time that our small canine unit, travelling in the cabin with us, became airsick. So on top of all the other damage he's done, Bush has now made my dog yak.

Ah yes, this week's cartoon. I've been kicking around the idea of doing a cartoon on the end of irony for a little while now -- it was going to be all about a coming era of post-ironic literalism, in which everyone is very earnest, as some people mistakenly speculated would be the case after September 11. But then some other ideas evolved. Perhaps I will still do the End of Irony at some point.