I'm not complaining. I realize how fortunate I am to have a gig where I'd be working from home anyway, and that nothing about my job as your cartoonist requires me to be in physical proximity to anyone outside of my household. The Labor Day holiday has, this year, added significance as we think about and try to honor honest working people. If you have groceries delivered, pick up a takeout dinner, or unpack a box of supplies that were brought to you by the postal service or another service, I encourage pausing to acknowledge the people who make these conveniences possible. I know I will.
We're lucky to have a non-contact delivery system for our cartoons. Here's my weekly care package for all of you valued readers.
By the way, do you remember eating in a restaurant? Me neither.
That's the output from Bizarro Studios North this week. We hope you chuckled once or twice, and that you'll come back next Saturday for more of these funny pictures with words.
Be sure to visit Dan Piraro's blog for his thoughts on these gags (and other, weightier topics), and to view his latest Sunday Bizarro.
Recommended Reading
Dan "Diego" Piraro's amazing graphic novel, Peyote Cowboy, is being serialized online.
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Bonus Track
As always, FABULOUS and FUNNY!!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
I once proudly owned an original-issue LP copy of "Andy Warhol Presents The Velvet Underground and Nico" with the four-sided jacket and actual peelable vinyl banana! But somehow it got lost in transit and I replaced it with a slightly later LP issue, in a single sleeve and non-peel picture of a banana. This got left behind with my mother at the family home, until some twenty years later my niece, who was enjoying scandalizing her elders by playing "Heroin" dropped it off while on a college tour visit, "Uncle Mitch, I think this is yours." This was well into the CD era but not yet the digital file era, but somehow she had a turntable record player.
ReplyDeleteYou triggered a memory from my high school days. I was Catholic school educated by nuns who occasionally used rulers and yardsticks (not for measuring). One weekend, I was in the school working on the Yearbook (as art editor). I started drawing these cartoons of nuns having various "accidents": getting hit on the head by hammers, punched in the mouth with boxing gloves, you know, things that make their eyes bug out. Very "Three Stooges" in tone. All in good fun--until a "friend" took one of my pages and pinned it up on the class bulletin board.
ReplyDeleteSister Frederika was not amused when she found it the next day. I kind of felt bad that I hurt her feelings. (Probably why I became an English teacher instead of a cartoonist.) Later, I decided it was maybe God's fault for making me left handed.