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
I have a bone to pick with Fate.
~Ogden Nash
And, hey, I'll have natural immunity for the next three months.
I recently watched the music video for the Cat Stevens song "Father & Son." Although I've been familiar with the song for some years, I recently became reacquainted with it through happenstance, and so I thought that I would share this screen grab from the video with you for your weekly missives.
After looking through some Dr. Grabow vintage adverts, I found what appears to be a clearer signature of the same artist in another ad. It may have been Phil Hustis a commercial artist who had a short-lived comic strip "Army Antics" in the early 1940s.
If nothing else, their signage reflects their success rate.
Guess who's been baking the books.
I drew the female in this panel the way I usually depict mummies: a recognizable human outline wrapped in long bandages. However, I wanted the other character to look like Boris Karloff from the 1932 movie. Drawing him was tricky. Rather than being wrapped in cloth, he looks as if his head is caked in dried mud.
I studied several photos of Karloff, but the most vivid image in my head was this 1969 issue of Famous Monsters of Filmland, with its gorgeous cover painting by Basil Gogos (1929-2017). Gogos produced dozens of striking portraits of classic monsters for the magazine, which was a staple of my childhood.
Sometimes, a bedtime story reader has to act as a custom content provider.
from the LP, Repercussion
A couple of song selections inspired the blog intro and one of the gags.
Lost and foundA wallet from a man, careless man, careless manToo bad, too bad, too bad, too badLost and foundA wallet from a man, careless man, careless manAnd all the streets are paved tonightAnd we won't be their slaves tonightAnd I ain't gonna feel bad at all, feel bad at allLost and foundA wallet from a man, careless man, careless manToo bad, too bad, too bad, too badLost and foundA wallet from a man, careless man, careless manHe's Robin Hood by accidentI need it more than he does andI surely will not feel bad at all, feel bad at allFeel bad at all, feel bad at allFeel bad at all, feel bad at allLost and foundA wallet from a man, careless man, careless manOh, is there anybody out there by the name of Mister Jones?No? No? Well, I triedLost and found, lost and found, lost and found, lost and foundLost and foundA wallet from a man, careless man, careless manToo bad, too bad, too bad, too badLost and foundA wallet from a man, careless man, careless manWe sailed off for the Barbary SeaWith Nina, Pinta, and MarieAnd none of us will feel bad at all, feel bad at allFeel bad at all, feel bad at allFeel bad at all, feel bad at allYes, all the streets are paved tonightAnd we won't be their slaves tonightAnd I ain't gonna feel bad at all, feel bad at allLost and found, lost and found, lost and found, lost and found














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