I hope that you are enjoying some of these. A lot of clunkers, to be sure, but a few that might last past the warranty.
What I find funny and what you find funny may perhaps, in a happy accident, intersect. We can, stifling giggles, exchange insurance information, and move on with our lives.
As I have previously stated, I am assembling enough work to then submit to the syndicated Cartoon Gods (like us only they eat better), and gain some wider exposure. I will winnow the wheat from the chaff (I believe that is how it goes. I’m no farmer), and submit the . . . wheat? The chaff will reside here for all to peruse until the sun becomes a Red Giant, billions of years hence.
I enjoy the pursuit of funny, and am constantly course-correcting so as not to alienate my audience . . . (sound of crickets) Whoops, looks like I already did! Thanks to those of you, who have stuck by me since the beginning, you know who the both of you are. (Boom! Tish!) Your likes and comments are the fuel (in addition to an Americano) that keep me going!
See what happens when you let a cartoonist solve the world’s problems? For my next trick, reducing carbon emissions with sling shots and Maxipads.
Not sure if it is part of my Japanese heritage, but to ask for directions is a definite loss of face – therefore, Method 2, for sure.
This was the sight I was treated to on a small trip to Steveston, just south Of Vancouver Canada, a former Japanese fishing village. The rest of Canada holds us in contempt, with our laid back and chill attitudes. This picture will not help matters.
I wouldn’t like to be near it on the highway if a stiff breeze suddenly launched it skyward. Despite what you may have heard, we no longer commute by kayak up here. Still, it made us smile.
Inspired by my last oil change. Look, I’m just not a car guy, though I have a completely useless encyclopedic knowledge of cars from the 70s and 80s, thanks to careful cataloguing on long family road trips to Minnesota, and the Dakotas.