Those of you who have traveled as young adults are likely familiar with hostels. I stayed in a few when I was doing my backpacking-through-Europe trip when I was 20 years old. Lest you mistake me for a privileged white kid, I hasten to add that I paid for every cent of that trip, which lasted nearly four months when I ran out of money and flew back to the U.S. on the stand-by ticket I had in my shoe. The trip was a life-changing experience and one I’ve recommended to every person of that age group I’ve spoken to since. I was never beaten up in a hostel, as this cartoon depicts, but the similarity between the words “hostel” and “hostile” always gave me pause. My trip was full of youthful adventure, however, and I was a victim of robbery by a public official in Palermo and nearly got arrested in Paris––but those are stories for another time. (more…)
One enduring question of evolution is why sea creatures began slithering onto land. In the first cartoon of this post, I present my theory.
My second cartoon today is another of my Bigfoot renditions, of which I’ve done many. A few people have asked me what this one means, exactly. If you are one of those who are wondering, I would ask if you’ve ever tried to get a good picture of Bigfoot. (more…)
As you can see, this is the 30th installment of Bizarro’s Sunday Punnies, the cartoons which come from puns donated by readers. This week, we congratulate Anne Livingstone of Canada, Don Shook of somewhere, and Peter DM, who is from god-knows-where. (more…)
Welcome to my blog where I post my cartoons each and every day (except when I’m too busy) along with clever, informative comments and some funny picture links. Come back often. Once a day would be optimum. (more…)
I’m guessing the water cooler talk this week was most often about the U.S. presidential election. I resisted expressing my views on politics this year on my blog because I don’t like offending my readers who vote differently that I do. That said, I was struck on election night by the fact that the large crowd at Romney’s event was at least 99% white. No matter how many camera angles they shot––close ups, wide shots––I saw nothing but white faces. Conversely, at Obama’s event, I didn’t see a single camera angle in which I could not see whites, blacks, latinos, asians, eskimos, you name it. And they showed a LOT of crowd shots over the two or three hours before the president made his speech. Regardless of what a random pundit on Fox News might tell you, a crowd that large cannot be planned and organized. My conclusion is that this year’s Democratic platform appealed to a wide variety of Americans, while this year’s Republican platform was pretty clearly about rich (white) captains of industry and restricting women’s and LGBT people’s rights. I’m speaking in generalities, of course, you’re welcome to come to your own conclusions. Either way, I’m hoping for some good things to happen in America in the coming years. (more…)
For me, the fun of this gag is in the drawing. It’s a simple turn-of-a-popular-phrase kind of joke, but drawing the lions and their post-modern house was a kick. I love drawing anthropomorphized animals but don’t often do it. If you want to delve into deeper philosophical meanings, you can also say that this cartoon illustrates how far from nature we have drifted as a species. A good example of this kind of thinking is the way we often frame teenage sexuality in a moral context of “good” and “evil.” If you throw out the human construct of “morals” and just notice that teenagers are mammals and their bodies are driven to reproduce, the discussion is much simpler. When my daughters were growing up, I always discussed sexuality in biological terms and instead of telling them it was “wrong” to go too far too young, I explained the psychological effects of sexual relationships and how it can make life much more complicated and unpleasant when it doesn’t go well (and the first few almost never do). As well as the obvious discussion about how disruptive STDs and teen pregnancy can be. Then I left the decision to them. Both of them had relatively sane relationships with boys as a result. (Or at least, I’m happy to take the credit.) I’ve long thought that the farther away from nature you get, the harder it is to make sense of life. Not that I live in a teepee in the woods. (more…)