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Holler Scholar

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As comedian Paul F. Tompkins alluded to, in one of his hilarious routines, everything we do is done to avoid getting yelled at. Just by standing in the wrong line, we are vulnerable to getting yelled at. Isn’t it the worst? I immediately revert to childhood and become sullen and self-defensive. If there is anything to kick on the ground, I will kick it. Well, I didn’t know, and I did not see that giant sign in day-glo letters.

There is one omission – the boss. It goes without saying that he/she may communicate through yelling only. Oh, and plus I just forgot!


I am a Sansei, with two teens, and a hamster. This blog is a repository for ideas and observations, expressed in cartoon form, by and large. A bit of a journal too. Feel free to follow me on INSTAGRAM @ WILTOONS, (the Twitter for people who like to go out) where I post a journal comic. Thanks for dropping by! The pic is of me and my boy Peter Noone of Herman's Hermits. (not really a fan but he wanted his pic with me) © Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons, 2009 to 2020. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. So there.

10 thoughts on “Holler Scholar

  1. I never thought about it until I read your post, but you’re exactly right! My entire life has been shaped by my desire to avoid being yelled at.

    That makes me so mad, that I just want to yell at someone!

  2. Hey you must live in my neighborhood cuz I have grumpy neighbors. Wait.. that’s would make you one of my neighbors. Sorry my dogs got out and chased your sister, I never saw a woman climb on top of her SUV before!

  3. haha, wowzers! That was probably not my sister, since she is a friend to all dogs! Still, funny image! Thx for commenting!

  4. Now you’ve got me thinking of a nasty teacher who yelled at me in front of the entire school when I was in kindergarten. You are quite correct, I did go above and beyond to avoid that experience even again!

    1. My ultimate yelling was when I was 11 from a police officer after I was imitating Dirty Harry in the parking lot of the police station. Brandishing my invisible .357. And I was with my mum, not her proudest day!

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