This is my Father’s Day 2022 post, so I shall wish you a Buenos penis, Jazz Pickles. This week’s post is a day late because yesterday I took the day off. It being Father’s Day was not why I took a break, but it figured into the way the day played out…

Regarding this week’s Sunday comic, above, I confess I don’t go to many stores. I find myself in a shop of any kind maybe twice a month. But almost every time I do, when I want to leave…

Seven new cartoons and a cautionary tale worth listening to. If you’re able.

As I sat down to write this post this morning I could not deny that I didn’t feel up to it. Nothing seemed interesting or funny enough to write about. Looking for inspiration…

The whole idea of a regular poker game seems really cool in a Hollywood cliche kind of way. I know a number of people who participate in regular games with the same group and I envy how much…

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.