I drew this gentleman and thought, "If he's floating in the air, why does his chair have feet?" Then my wife said, "Maybe it can land."
The fate of this poor fellow is bleak. His brains will be harvested for smoothies, delectable to only the overlords who strapped him to the seat he occupies.
I wish! I will have to draw that sometime.
My next piece looks like a mixture of space cargo and metropolitan topography. I will be scanning it this evening.
Good to hear from you! I will have to try the podcast sometime.