Today’s Sunday cartoon about the snowman in the life raft (above) brings to mind for me the American holiday TV classic from the 1960s, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Have you seen it lately?

Many people are inclined to complain that last year sucked (through a mask) and that this year had better be an improvement. But I say look at the bright side: Of the nearly 8 billion people on the planet—some of them dumb enough to think…

Today’s Sunday cartoon isn’t the sort of “joke” that one typically finds in newspaper comics. I pride myself in that difference but I also sometimes shoot myself in the foot with it by creating something most people don’t get.

Many people assume that because I have an unusual job that my day-to-day routine must also be unusual. The following is a fairly complete rundown so you can judge for yourself.

Welcome, Jazz Pickles, to my ear-splitting Sunday morning. I’ll explain that in a moment, but first, here’s something to think about regarding the seance cartoon above.

Throughout my improbably-long career, I’ve enjoyed doing cartoons that take more than a glance to understand.

But enough about my rapidly declining looks, this is a holiday newsletter so let me start by saying the Piraro family has had a stellar year and I can’t wait to tell you all about it!

If you are not already of a certain age and you live long enough, you will eventually be strongly encouraged by strangers to let them go spelunking in your ass.

Something in the above cartoon brings me back to my own toddlerhood in the very early 1960s in a suburb of Kansas City, Missouri called Ruskin Heights. It’s that little, blonde…

Forget about furniture for a minute, let’s talk about sexual orientation. This is a topic near to my heart because I have one. A sexual orientation. And if there’s one thing I’m completely sure of about…

Happy ‘ween, Jazz Pickles! Have fun, be safe, and if you’re wearing a mask tonight, do not use Crazy Glue to hold it in place.

Aloha, Jazz Pickles and other musical condiments. I’m happy you could join us. Today’s comics are in the form of puzzles again, which some readers have praised and others have cursed because they can’t figure them out.

As you likely know, William Shatner, the original Captain Kirk, went to the edge of space last week in some rich guy’s rocket. That’s gotta be the coolest perk that landing a role on a low-budget TV show in the mid-nineteen-hundreds ever provided for an actor.

It’s another post about how I draw things. Step by step, even!

Most people don’t know this because I kept it a secret by not getting famous for it, but I used to do a bit of stand-up comedy.

How many times your own weight can you lift and carry? If it’s less than 5,000 times your own weight, you’re a pathetic weakling compared to ants.

Some of you regular readers may recognize this cartoon from years past. I decided to publish it again because my readership is larger and more widespread now than it was then and I think this cartoon deserves a wider audience.

Today’s cartoon is a fictional depiction of what might have happened if King Kong had more successfully managed his show business career, gotten rich, and had a son (somehow, with a female giant gorilla, I guess?)

Why are there flightless birds? Are there swim-less fish? Walk-less mammals? Run-less cheetahs?

Well, yes. There are creatures…

My Sunday cartoon this week (above) left a few people scratching their heads, wondering what it means. Many, no doubt, moved on to scratching other things as well, but that’s not our concern. Primates scratch things.