Happy new year, Jazz Pickles.

Since today is December 25—or 25 December as the rest of the English-speaking world apparently says—I will wish you all a feliz Christmidad. Or a merry Navimas, whichever you prefer.

I got my first pet when I was five years old and I’ve had them pretty much ever since. When I was five, we got a terrier mutt that we somehow named “Penny.” My folks allowed Penny to give birth once to demonstrate to my older sister and me something they hoped not to have to explain in plain English…

The last job I held that had a dress code was before the invention of “Casual Friday.” It was as an artist in the in-house advertising department of Neiman Marcus in Dallas back in 1981…

Today’s Sunday cartoon, above, is from a time when Moses was younger than the gray-haired, Charlton Heston version so many folks are familiar with.

Today’s Sunday cartoon (above) is a nod to cartoon cursing. “Cross words,” of course, can be interpreted as words used when you are angry, and when a cartoon character uses profanity, it is commonly represented by a series of unpronounceable typographical symbols like, @#%!

If you’re from the west coast, you’re probably making that face that everyone made whom I told that to: eyes wide open, mouth in the shape of a big O as though I’d just said I’d never bathed.

Good Monday, Jazz Pickles. I usually write & post these blog entries on Sunday but Olive Oyl and I were traveling yesterday. We’ve snuck back into the U.S. to visit family and they are not very amenable to…

What do you get if you combine the vaudevillian skills of ventriloquism and miming? I’ll be honest…

Happy (nearly) Halloween and Day of the Dead, Jazz Pickles. Though they are related, there are fundamental differences between the U.S. holiday of Halloween and that of Dia de Los Muertos in Mexico…

Hello and welcome. Today’s essay is about my interest in psychedelic substances.

Bienvenidos, amigos y Pepinillos de Jazz. First on the agenda today is a hearty thanks from my buddy, Dave, about whom I wrote in my previous post last week…

Saludos, Jazz Pickles. I hope you’ve had a good week. Mine included celebrating my birthday. Thus far, I’ve been having a birthday once a year but I think I may do it less frequently. It seems to be making me older a little faster than I’d prefer…

Since I’m actively trying to learn a second language, people often tell me that watching Mexican TV can be a good way to learn Spanish. Your results may vary, but I have not found that to be true at all for several reasons. The first is that Mexican TV…

Olive Oyl and I have a couple of good things to report this week. For starters, we adopted a terrific dog that we’ve fallen in love with.

Wayno and I have received numerous emails from readers this week about Bizarro having disappeared from their local newspaper. Sadly, it is true.

Since much of the Bizarro-reading world is still baking in the heat of another routine climate-change summer, or, as some Republicans are still calling it, “an extremely convincing and deadly hoax,” I thought you might enjoy a refreshing snow cartoon…

Today’s Sunday Bizarro cartoon is one of those that rewards careful readers. It is also a testament to how changing one letter in a familiar phrase can completely change its meaning and lead to a chuckle.

Today’s Sunday cartoon (above) is perhaps the tenth or twelfth edition of this unusual word puzzle format that my good friend, Cliff Harris The King of Wordplay devised. SPOILER ALERT: The answers to the three puzzles above are in bold at the end of this little mini-essay.

I’m thoroughly convinced that time is an illusion but somehow, within that illusion, my eldest daughter will turn 40 this coming week. That has put me in a reflective mood so as I type, I’ve no idea where this post is going to go today.