Last Sunday, the groundhog predicted an early Spring, which wasn't a difficult call, since the last five years were collectively the five hottest on record. That could change, though, if maniacal national leaders (ours included) bring about a nuclear winter.
With that cheery thought in mind, let's seek comic relief in this week's Bizarro cartoons.
When love blooms, it's not easy to contain oneself.
The Reaper moves beyond the shroud, and goes for a bespoke (bespook?) ensemble.
To an outsider, a martial arts contest can seem to be mostly performative, not unlike the dramatic, playful sparring of domestic felines.
For Throwback Thursday, we returned to Spudville for a family therapy session.
The elder tuber wonders, "What's up with these tots today?"
We're all about the swings from high to low humor here at Bizarro Studios, and despite frequent references to literature, mythology, and art history, we still embrace our inner schoolkid, and are sometimes compelled to do a poo joke.
This gag employs the often-pretentious language of oenology, a topic we've tweaked in the past, even before joining up to do Bizarro.
As amusing as wine-tasting notes can be, I discovered a few years ago that Scotch whisky drinkers are even more extreme in their descriptions.
Corporate-speak is everywhere, even stuffy, old-time businesses like this one.
Thanks, as always for your readership and comments. Come back in a week for a fresh batch of gags. Don't forget to cruise over to Dan Piraro's blog to check out his latest Bizarro Sunday page, which is always magnificent.
Slim Gaillard, multi-instrumentalist, singer, and author of The Vout-O-Reenee Dictionary, lifts our spirits with a jazzy ode to The Bomb.