A small puñado of my favorite Bizarro cartoons and some comments about them.

Here’s another of my long, spiritual musings that has nothing to do with my cartoon for the week, above. Or does it?!

In this first post, I’m discussing how I execute the art on Peyote Cowboy and how I create a sense of depth in my landscapes.

’m feeling a little down on myself at the moment because I missed an opportunity to make the above cartoon notably funnier. If you want to guess what that is, I’ll give you a hint…

Another reason this depth of sharing makes me queasy is that I can’t help but imagine people rolling their eyes and thinking I’ve drunk some evangelical Kool-aid and become another deluded nitwit for having abandoned my strictly science-based atheism for some fairytale drivel. For the record, I have thought that of people before, so I get it.

It’s another Sunday morning here at Rancho Bizarro in Central Mexico as I sit down to belch out another blog post about god-only-knows what. I don’t plan these posts ahead of time, I just sit down each week, allow my fingers to prance across my keyboard like happy woodland creatures in mating season, and see what turns up.

As my regular readers know, I call my beloved wife “Olive Oyl,” which was the name of Popeye’s girlfriend. I do this for two reasons:

Though I grew up mostly in Oklahoma, I did not have personal contact with cowboys or horses (which no doubt added to my propensity to glorify them) and so my fascination with them faded as I got older and I became obsessed with girls and rockstars instead.

Do you know the difference between pain and suffering? Your dharmatologist can help.

I’ve lately come to realize that we each truly create our own reality and that no two are identical. This is a profoundly deep topic that touches on everything from quantum physics to the nature of consciousness to spiritualism, but it’s basically the concept hinted at by the old adage about …

As this cartoon plainly points out, some predictions are easier to make than others.

While most cartoonists save their snowman jokes for when it is winter where they live, I decided to be a little less Northern Hemisphere-centric and publish one in June. Also, as I write this, quite a few places in North America are experiencing a record heat wave (no doubt as a result of the elaborate Liberal hoax of “global warming!”) so I figured…

…Soon thereafter, the salesman snuck off and stranded the wife in Vegas, where the only job she could find was as an auto valet at the same refrigerator magnet trade show that she used to attend as a celebrity…

Happy moment to you, Jazz Pickles. Some of you are reading this now while others have read it previously and some will read it later. Most will never read it at all or even know it exists. In fact, my entire life and all of the work I’ve done since the middle of the last century or will do before I die will be gone forever in an astronomical blink of an eye.

You’ve had this human brain all your life and you’re used to taking for granted how incredible it is, but let’s stop for a moment and think about it.

Physiologically, we’re the same as squirrels: skeleton, muscles, organs, skin, fur, eat, sleep, poop, reproduce, die. It’s easy to think, Yeah, we’re mammals, we just happen to be really smart… Wait, what?

Today’s Sunday cartoon makes me both nostalgic for the past and anxious for the future. Nostalgic for a time when honey-roasted peanuts on commercial airlines were awarded as freely as plastic necklaces at Mardi Gras, and…

A few weeks ago, I published a Sunday cartoon with three word puzzles and they were so well received that I rushed to get another one in the lineup. And here it is, Jazz Pickles. As promised.

Welcome to this tiny speck of this universe, viewer. I hope the time you spend here will add positively to your life in some way, or at least be neutral. If it ruins your life, please let me know how I might avoid causing that in future posts.

This kind of combination of names or phrases to create a joke doesn’t have an official name, but my partner, Wayno, specializes in this kind of gag and has named them streptonyms. He explains why…

There is a saying attributed to Ram Dass that is inaccurate but has a better rhythm than the way he actually said it—“If you think you’re spiritually enlightened, go home for the holidays.” It’s one of my favorite sayings because…