I wonder if Mick Jagger ever catches himself humming “Get Off of My Cloud.”
Dear young man with the throat tattoo extending from ear to ear: I can see you have excellent judgement. I’m sure you will never regret that decision. Thank you for keeping exquisite taste on permanent display.
Here’s another cartoon adapted from my sketchbook.
Black-capped chickadees wouldn’t be so cute if they were cigar smokers.
Whenever I walk through a neighborhood with a lot of barking dogs I think, “Somebody should do something about all those kids stuck in wells.”
We made a quick stop at Tippecanoe Battlefield near Lafayette, Indiana, and encountered a mysterious stile.
“Monocles and Manacles: The Institutionalization of Lunatics in 1890s Cambridge, England”
Forget the Age of Dinosaurs. If I ever travel back in time, I’m going to the Age of Cyanobacteria. Exciting!
Kindergarten must be German for “zero,” no?
When Franklin Roosevelt promised Americans a Nude Eel, they were perplexed and a little frightened.
Fudge Mint Day: a delicious accounting of our sins.
This caught my eye as we were leaving. We had a good, long laugh.
If the universe keeps contracting, it will become the puny-verse.
Is China rich in anti-occidents?
Affixed to the garbage bin outside our building is a warning label that says: Load uniformally
I’ve been breathing all day so I think I’ll inhale something light tonight, like helium.
Out of peanut butter asparagus ice cream again.
I think I’ll go to Happy Hollow Park instead.