The calendar on my desk is the New Yorker Cartoon a Day. There are not enough George Booth's tweeked-out little dogs, no matter how many he might draw. The daily cartoon makes the ennui of beige walls much bearable, at least until lunch.
Today's cartoon is priceless: an Executive Stand-Off of a Tarantino flavor. (cartoonbank.com)
Apparently we need to find Margret's millions. She has good ideas. Heck, I'd even be the brunoise bitch at her restaurant.