Saturday, July 22, 2017

THE THRILLING WORLD OF COLORED MARKERS

PEOPLES... PEOPLES WHO NEED PEOPLES


What are these people looking at? They're focused on two separate things, but they both look very alarmed. 

I wouldn't be surprised if they had their throats ripped out by werewolves right after this photograph was taken.

But even in death they can find comfort in the fact that they died looking fabulous.

Monday, July 17, 2017

ANOTHER EQUINE ANIMAL IN BED

THE TRUTH IS REVEALED


Many years ago when this 1948 movie (above) ran on TV the synopsis in TV Guide read, "A young man works against man and nature to retain a pair of mules."

I turned it all into a page of my 1981 book, Moot Points (below).


I later revisited this senseless theme in a senseless cartoon in a journal (below).


I hope this long-awaited backstory makes everything crystal clear to anyone who's been wondering about it for the past 36 years.

Friday, July 14, 2017

UNOFFICIAL IDIOT

CRY FOR HELP

FROM SOUP TO NUTS

Some time ago I participated in a market research study about soup. But some of the questions sounded like they were straight out of a creative writing course or a therapy session.



FOR THE BEST


      It was for the best that Dorothy and Ben never met. 

     Dottie, as she was known to her former friends, was a red-state Republican and Ben was kinda blue, emotionally. He spent his evenings listening to Miles Davis solos, while Dottie spent hers yelling at Keith Olbermann on the Internet. They wouldn't have hit it off intellectually, though the sex would have been fantastic. But Dottie's "Just Say No" tee shirt pretty much summed up her attitude toward sex: No. And although Ben had heard that word many times, he never quite grew to like it.

     They came close to meeting once in the produce aisle at the supermarket, but while Dottie was shoving a large zucchini into her basket, Ben was busy squeezing honeydew melons to gauge freshness, nothing more, and their eyes never met.

     But it was for the best.

     Ben went on to marry a woman from the wrong side of the tracks, where they settled down together so she could remain close to her family of con artists.

     Dorothy married a lawyer and they had a son, whom they named Rush.

     But it was for the best, I tell you.