I’ve titled this week’s post, “Words Escape Me” because sometimes words escape me. For instance, when I heard that the Supreme Court was planning to rescind a constitutional right for the first time in our nation’s history, the F-word escaped me without my intention, and at a volume louder than I expected.

O2 and I were hanging out with some friends a few weeks back and the topic of “smart bulbs” came up, which I’d never heard of. As we batted the subject around wondering what makes smart bulbs so smart and what they do that dumbass bulbs can’t,…

My Sunday cartoon above is an extrapolation of the concept of TV’s audio description for the blind, which I’ve turned on by accident a few times and wondered what the hell was going on. If you’re not ready for it, it can be pretty weird to suddenly hear a voice describing what’s happening on screen. “A flock of birds flies across the sky.” “A man reaches into the back of his pants and produces a live catfish.”

There are a few points of interest in Larry’s Dry Cleaners that I don’t want you to miss…

If you’ve followed Bizarro for a while, you know that I’ve done a lot of cartoons about the Old West and cowboys in general. I’ve also worn outlandish cowboy shirts quite a lot for a few decades now and since moving to Mexico, have added the occasional cowboy hat and very pointy boots. I try not to look too much like I’m trick-or-treating, but I’m guessing I sometimes fail.

Welcome, Jazz Pickles, to my cartoon vestibule. I refer, of course, to this specific part of my weekly posts where I write without drawing.

Hey, Jazz Pickles and Peyote Cowpokes, response to my "How I Draw Stuff" series has been very enthusiastic and I really enjoy doing them, so here’s another! I hope it pleases you.

I’ll be your tour guide today as we stumble through this week’s cartoons. There are a couple of points of interest about the movie theater cartoon above, chief of which are the movie posters on the wall.

Can I just get something off my chest about Siri for a moment? I wouldn’t say this if she was a real person but she has no feelings to hurt so I’m going to come out with it: she’s kind of stupid.

Welcome to today’s cartoon jungle, Jazz Pickles. We start with a couple of points of clarification.

If you needed to visit a dictionary to understand one of our cartoons this week, join the club. If you needed to look it up but didn’t bother, shame on you!

It’s been a distracting week here at Rancho Bizarro. I’ve not mentioned this here before but Olive Oyl and I are selling our house with intentions to move out to the country not far from here. (You: Which country? Me: All right, the countryside. Happy now?)

As some of you know, I am a fan of marijuana. I grow my own here in Mexico and that’s legal, as long as it is only as much as my household would personally use. So for me, that would be about 100 acres of plants per year.

As regular readers know, I’m a big fan of background jokes and this one has a metric buttload.

I just got back from an art expo in Mexico City. Rather than bore you with a review of the art shows, galleries, and restaurants we went to, I’m going to talk about my butt.

Recently, I read an article about how stone age women actually did more than we had previously thought. They didn’t just gather plants, poop out babies, and cook, they also hunted, built things, and fought in battles. Anyone surprised by this?

Can you spot the two British spelling conventions I used in this cartoon?

Lots of readers have asked me to do another one of my step-by-step progress posts and since I’m a guy who thrives on the approval of strangers I’ll likely never meet, here’s another one!

I’m a couple of days late posting this week because I’ve been traveling in the DSA (Divided States of America.)

I could use this comic as a springboard to talk about the recent stories of world-class athletes and their responses to the COVID vaccine—Aaron Rogers and that excellent tennis player whose name I would have to look up to come within five letters of the correct spelling—but I’ve heard quite enough about that virus and am tired of it. Let’s talk about creativity and sex instead.