That's "The Mystique Candidate." From January 20, 2008. That's not one I ever liked. I liked the idea; however, I couldn't draw Reagan (as is obvious). So that's that.
And that's really the thing about the weekly comic. Sometimes you nail it, sometimes you don't. There's never time to feel too embarrassed or too proud because you're always thinking, "What am I going to do next?"
And C.I. gave me some great advice about three months in. I'd had something really popular -- I forget what now -- and I couldn't draw. I was just frozen.
She said that if I kept drawing, at the end of it I'd have a body of work and some of it I would love and some of it I would cringe over and some of it I would be indifferent to, but I'd have a body of work with peaks and valleys and the only way that happens is if I stop worrying "How can I top this!"
As a result, I no longer take it very seriously, good or bad. If I do, it tends to freeze me and I don't have the time for that.
And here's C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"