Saturday, May 16, 2026

The Dummy Trilogy

This is the weekly dispatch from Bizarro Studios North, where I have been writing and drawing the Monday through Saturday Bizarro comics since 2018. My partner and friend, Dan Piraro, created Bizarro in the late twentieth century and continues to do the Sunday comic from Rancho Bizarro in Mexico.

Wayno 


You gotta have a hood for your engine. Keep that hat on. A hat is a pressure cooker. If you have a roof on your house, the hot air can’t escape. Even a lima bean has to have a piece of wet paper around it to make it grow.

Don van Vliet a/k/a Captain Beefheart

from his "Ten Commandments of Guitar Playing."


As someone who regularly wears a hat, the good Captain's advice caught my eye. When performing as part of a musical combo, I invariably wore a hat, and we all tried to look sharp onstage. 

The lid didn't make me a better instrumentalist (I've always been an advanced beginner at best) or singer, but dressing for gigs helped us focus. It put us into a more professional frame of mind and showed respect for our listeners.

Appearances can't make up for a lackluster performance, but optics can get the audience on the band's side before a note is played.

Beefheart was in good company. Thelonious Monk's advice for musicians included the note:

What should we wear tonight? Sharp as possible!


This intro doesn't have much to do with the blog's blog's cartoon content, but is offered as an amuse-bouche before the main course.


Our pipe pic of the week is an ancient magazine ad for the Freeman pipe.


The tagline, "A Clean Smoke for Clean People," is intriguing. Was it a coded message? And, really, how clean can you be when you're smoking a pipe?


I didn't wear a hat while drawing this week's Bizarro panels, but did put one on whenever I left the house.

For another two bucks a month, you can go ad-free.

Years ago, an acquaintance I ran into at a coffee shop looked across the table and said to me, "You have small wrists for a man." I don't remember how (or if) I replied, but that interaction bubbled up in my mind as I sketched a customer at a palm reader.

As my cartoon partner, Dan Piraro, recently said about another gag, "The brain is a labyrinth with a mind of its own."

In case you ever wondered what a near-death experience is like for a ventriloquist dummy, this is my best guess.

...apparently, that experience was very near.

When writing this week's batch back in February, the "Out of Dummy Experience" came to me first, followed by this one involving a ghost dummy and a ventriloquist medium. I decided there should be a funeral gag to link them, resulting in a midweek sort-of narrative.

The ghost is my favorite of the three, and like the first one, it has layers of weirdness.

The Greek gods all went by multiple titles, or epithets. Zeus had many dozens, including Zeus Ceraunius (of the Thunderbolt), Zeus Labrandeus (the Furious), and Zeus Palamnaeus (Punisher of Murderers), so it's not too much of a stretch to imagine Zeus Corrector Orthographiae.

Come by again next Saturday for more cartoons and commentary, and don't forget to put a hood on your engine.


Bonus Track

Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band:
"I Love You, You Big Dummy"
from Lick My Decals Off, Baby
Straight Records (1970)


When Lick My Decals Off was recorded, the Magic Band included Art Tripp on drums and percussion, after a stint with the Mothers of Invention. Tripp also went by the names Ted Cactus, Ed Marimba, and "Artie with the Green Mustache." 

He was born in Akron, Ohio, grew up in Pittsburgh, and attended high school withiun walking distance of Bizarro Studios North. Our local recreation center still bears a plaque thanking Tripp's father for his financial support.

After retiring from music in the late 1970s, Tripp became a chiropractor. In a 2022 interview, he said, "With the possible exception of the movie business, the business of pop music is the most rotten there is."


Saturday, May 09, 2026

Can You Dig It, Baby?

This is the weekly dispatch from Bizarro Studios North, where I have been writing and drawing the Monday through Saturday Bizarro comics since 2018. My partner and friend, Dan Piraro, created Bizarro in the late twentieth century and continues to do the Sunday comic from Rancho Bizarro in Mexico.

Wayno 


Sometimes you lie in bed at night, and you don't have a single thing to worry about...That always worries me!

Charles Schulz


In addition to being Cinco de Mayo, Tuesday was National Cartoonists Day (shouldn't that have an apostrophe somewhere?). Most of us in the profession probably celebrated by working on new material, and maybe having an extra cup of coffee.

It's nice to know that Schulz, possibly the most successful cartoonist of all time, lost sleep over nagging worries just like the rest of us.

We should also remember the words of Popeye the Sailor Man:
A comic artist ain't no different than you or me excep' he knows how to draw pitchers an is crazy in the head.
What can one add other than, "I yam what I yam"?


Today's pipe pic is the cover of a 1954 Bing Crosby coloring book.

Crosby was a hugely famous performer in the early to mid-twentieth century, but were kids really clamoring for a coloring book? Who knows?

One interior page, showing Bing's four sons behind him, dressed in choir robes, bears the caption "Softly, boys." I can't find a high-resolution image to share here, but that may be for the best.


Let's see what Bizarro had to offer for the week of Cartoonists Day.

The customer replied, "Oh, do you mean the tattoo?"

The cow is impressive; "Grazing in the Grass" is a bold choice, and would be challenging to sing even with a karaoke machine teleprompter.

Sometimes lying awake isn't so bad after all.

Every irrational fear has a name.

Naturally, sermon-writing AI platforms already exist.

Instead of apologizing for this caption, I'll refer you to the aforementioned Popeye quote.

That's the latest from Bizarro Studios North. I wish you a groovy weekend.


Bonus Track

Ronald Jansen Heijtmajer "Saxophobia"
from Fingerbustin'
Eigen Wijs Recordings (1995)



Saturday, May 02, 2026

Name That Tune

This is the weekly dispatch from Bizarro Studios North, where I have been writing and drawing the Monday through Saturday Bizarro comics since 2018. My partner and friend, Dan Piraro, created Bizarro in the late twentieth century and continues to do the Sunday comic from Rancho Bizarro in Mexico.

Wayno 


Don’t play everything (or every time); let some things go by. Some music just imagined.

Thelonious Monk 


Thursday, April 30, was International Jazz Day, a holiday declared in 2011 by UNESCO and its Goodwill Ambassador Herbie Hancock "to highlight jazz and its diplomatic role of uniting people in all corners of the globe."

The globe needs any unifying influence it can get these days, so let's all take a few minutes to listen to some jazz, or any music that gets to your heart, for that matter.

Thelonious Monk was a musician who did things his way, and he was very good at creating spaces in his compositions and playing. Sometime around 1960, saxophonist Steve Lacy transcribed "T. Monk's Advice," a list of 25 pointers for musicians, which can also be applied to artists and creators of any kind.

I refer to the list now and then, and mentally adapt some of the items. I interpret the one above as:
Don't draw everything... Leave some things to be imagined. 
It's not always easy to follow that advice. One of the pleasures of reading gag cartoons is the part that exists in the reader's mind. It's usually best to eliminate unnecessary details and let the reader imagine what has happened immediately before or just after whatever is depicted in the panel. On the other hand, Bizarro's readers expect to see some unnecessary details in the form of our Secret Symbols. On the rare occasions when a panel has none of them, we hear about it.

Will Elder, one of the greatest cartoonists of all time, liked to take the opposite approach, cramming his comics pages with tons of humorous details, which he called "chicken fat."
The term just came out of what we both [Harvey Kurtzman and Elder] knew were the parts of the strip that gave it more flavor but did very little to advance the storyline. That's what Chicken Fat does... it advances the flavor of the soup and, as we all know now, too much chicken fat will kill you!
Rules for artists are like recipes for cooks. They can be followed religiously or taken as suggestions, with flexibility for individual expression. What's most important is to be aware of what one is doing and think about what may be too much or too little of any ingredient. That comes with experience, and the learning never stops.

 


 

Faithful Bizarro field correspondent Jamie S. sends us this subdued portrait of Moe Howard of the Three Stooges. It looks like the photo was colorized, but I'm not sure.



I'd seen this image around the web before, but every one was extremely low-resolution, so I was happy to receive a better quality version to share on the blog.

Pittsburgh's Paul Shannon was one of several local TV hosts who helped revive the Stooges' career in the 1960s. My brothers and I were introduced to the Three Stooges shorts via Shannon's program, Adventure Time. My brothers and I spent countless hours being schooled by Doctor Howard, Doctor Fine, and Doctor Howard.

A tip of the hat and a simulated poke in the eye to Jamie for the great pipe pic.


We'll now review the most recent Bizarro gags, which may contain trace amounts of chicken fat.

Drawing the face from inside the clock was surprisingly disorienting.

The strip frame didn't have enough headroom to show much of the clock face, so I hinted at it via light shining through the glass. I spent more time on this strip than on any other in the week.

They grow up so fast.

Nobody forgets the names of these folks.

Poor Max is often out of frame in family photos.

I hoped treaders would hear "Pop Goes the Weasel" in their heads, but even if they didn't, it's clear the instrument in question can only play one song.

I did another Beethoven gag a couple of weeks back. I prefer this one.


The other character in the drawing is based on Johann Nepomuk Hummel, a composer who was a friend of Ludwig's, because I like to do homework for a gag.

We close out the week with a couple of monks who aren't related to Thelonious.

That's the latest from my Little Shop of Humor. If you enjoyed this batch of cartoons and commentary, I hope you'll come back for more next Saturday.


Bonus Track

Thelonious Monk
"Rhythm-A-Ning"
Live in Brussels, Belgium, 1963




Saturday, April 25, 2026

Punctuation Preferences

This is the weekly dispatch from Bizarro Studios North, where I have been writing and drawing the Monday through Saturday Bizarro comics since 2018. My partner and friend, Dan Piraro, created Bizarro in the late twentieth century and continues to do the Sunday comic from Rancho Bizarro in Mexico.

Wayno 


 

Saturday has rolled around once again, so it's time for a fresh batch of cartoons for your enchucklement or bewilderment, as the case may be.


But first, we must behold today's bongo-thumping, finger-snapping pipe pic, which comes to us courtesy of Dug K.

Dug spotted the image on the Library of Congress blog.

These photos were found within a very large collection for show biz-related stills that arrived at the LC about seven or eight years ago. We have already tried online image searches and facial recog software—all to no avail. But we still hope that we can ID these folks.

After each photo, we have posted everything we know about the image. We’re just hoping someone can fill in that final and vital detail: who they actually are.

Regarding our unknown beatnik, the Library said:
Unlike the other photos shown here, this one does actually have something on the back.  In this case, it’s stamped "Cincinnati." And the cartoon is by Herb Gardner, though that is NOT Gardner in the photo. Nor is it David Mamet or Shel Silverstein, the latter, a popular guess. Many have commented that this image seems to be drawn from, or inspired by, the play "I’m Not Rappaport." Please help us solve this mystery.

A word of warning: If you visit the LoC blog, you'll probably spend more time than you intended exploring their vast collection of materials.

We tip our beret to Dug K for the cool & crazy image. Like, we dig, Dug!


Now let's review the latest Bizarro gags, which were created without any help from Herb Gardner, David Mamet, or Shel Silverstein.

As a reader on Comics Kingdom noted, "Confession is good for the scalp."

The placebo comes in your choice of a childproof pill bottle or a Pez dispenser.

The signage applies to both incoming and outgoing.

When you're on holiday, you can sleep late and still get the worm.

Don't get her started on em dashes.

Intrusive sales tactics go to the next level at Poetry Barn.

Thanks for dropping by to peruse these playful polygons. We'll be back next Saturday with a new batch of cartoons and commentary.


Bonus Track

Bob McFadden and Dor "The Beat Generation"
Brunswick Records 45 (1959)


Bob McFadden was a singer, impressionist, and voice-over artist. Among his many credits, he was the original voice of Frankenberry.

"Dor" was a pseudonym for Rod McKuen, who later sold tons of LPs and books featuring his hyper-sentimental poetry. McKuen wrote "The Beat Generation," and most listeners (this one included) are certain that "Dor" is the vocalist on this record.

Richard Hell later adapted McKuen's song for his 1976 single "(I Belong to) The Blank Generation."