A couple of weeks ago, I did a blog post in which I related some of my ruminations about reincarnation. A regular reader left this in the comments…

This week’s Sunday cartoon (above) is about everyone’s favorite bloodthirsty barbarians: Vikings. Accordingly, I’ll be using this post to dispel some common myths about them…

I used to be a vocal critic of reincarnation. It always seemed more like wishful thinking than something plausible or logical. But I’ve recently had a change of perspective on it and here’s why…

I’ve drawn (or painted) almost daily since I was a toddler. I’m not religious about it, it just happened as the result of some genetic program I seem to have been born with. And from an early age…

Today I’m going to talk about golf and it won’t be a fluff piece, so if you’re a big fan of this activity some call a “sport” and you cry easily, you may want to skip this post.

I sometimes approach these posts with a theme in mind but every now and then, small themes that don’t warrant entire posts of their own mount up, so I do a little housecleaning. This is one such post.

Welcome, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for pointing your see-balls at my page today. In this week’s epistle, I will discuss some of the bold fashion choices I have made over the years which now induce in me shame and or nausea…

Spoiler alert: If you read this entire post, you may lose another tiny piece of your childlike wonder, like you did that one year when you found out that one thing about Santa Claus.

We start today with the big news that my capable partner, Wayno, has been nominated by the National Cartoonists Society (NCS) for their Best Newspaper Panel award for 2022. Yay, Wayno! 

Today I’ll continue with some thoughts from my wife’s and my recent trip to Europe. I will start with a quote from one of her Instagram posts which eloquently expresses what I had also been feeling.

As I write this, Olive Oyl and I are in a metal tube thirty-five thousand feet above the Atlantic Ocean…

After two weeks in two of the most popular tourist cities in the world, I am conflicted. The sheer number of people milling about the streets is depressing. They are like a plague of two-hundred-pound gnats, inside and outside of every old building or church. Swatting at them does no good.

We’ve been in Rome for one week as of today and have been having a wonderful time. I’ve been here a few times before and have always loved this city but this is Olive Oyl’s first time and she is as smitten as a teenager meeting her favorite movie star. I may not be able to get her to leave. 

As I type this on Monday, I’m sitting at the St. Louis airport. I’ve been here for more than five hours and our first flight doesn’t board for another hour—around half an hour from when we were originally scheduled to be at home in Mexico. Overall, American Airlines has decided the best they could do after taking a lot of our money is to turn our 6-hour trip into a full day of misery.

This week’s Sunday cartoon, above, is an alternative version of the famous German fairytale, Rumplestiltskin. To refresh your memory

That’s my biggest problem with most Internet memes I’ve seen. They spell out the joke so plainly that it kills the humor. In fact, they can even be a little insulting.

When my kids were young, we had a little blue and green pet lizard that one of my daughters named Eduardo Lizardo. Once a day, I would catch some flies with a butterfly net and…

The Sunday cartoon above is the third kids’ poem-cum-comic. I’ve mentioned in previous posts how a bunch of weird little poems began coming to me back in the late 90s and how