Camera Cord Found. It Was White.

(See, blogging can accomplish the same inane stuff as Twitter.)

Have You Seen My Camera Cord?

Because I’ve looked everywhere. Until I get my hands on that camera cord, you know, the black one that hooks up to the computer, you’ll have to make do with these:

• Separated At Birth? Stephen Colbert And My Cat


• Jokey Joke


• Public Service Announcement


• You’re On My Mind, For $1,000


• Skunk Works

UPDATE: Breaking news! This just in... Has the cord been sighted?

Cartoonists Got Class

A few weeks ago I learned to paint. With color. The reason? I took a cartooning course with Mat Brown (website), of Building #19 fame. It was a blast! If you love humor, doodling, illustrating, and/or fine art, I highly recommend you take a cartooning class, any cartooning class. When you’re just having fun, you’re bound to learn, and laugh, a lot. Pardon the strong language but, Heck, isn’t humor always the best way to learn?

Related Small & Big amusings:
Oh, The Places You’ll Go (At Building #19)
15 Things I Learned At Art School

Tweet Is To Twitter As Twit Is To Tweeter

Nope, twit is to Twitter as tweet is to Tweeter.

How come when you use Twitter you’re said to be posting tweets? Ahem, wouldn’t that be (see above)? And doesn’t that make six million people, plus myself, twits?

What's The Diff Between Cartoons And Comics?

The criteria used by Trina Robbins in her book, “A Century of Women Cartoonists,” is: “My definition: it’s a comic if it includes even one of the following—two or more panels, continuity, or speech balloons inside the panel.” I was not aware of the distinction. So, like, most of the stuff in The New Yorker would be cartoons, while Sunday newspapers carry comic strips.

Here is a handy-dandy chart so’s we can remember:

CARTOON	COMIC

Do you think, judging by my work above, that I’m better at comics or at cartoons? I’d very much appreciate knowing what you think. Please comment!

Logo Awesomeness Or Pain-In-The-Keister?

Is the logo above good or bad? You decide.

Discussion topics:

1. Nothing says hemorrhoid like a volcano-tsunami. But what other large-scale Earth events might the illustrator consider and why?
2. One can sing so loud that hemorrhoids pop out. It’s in the movie “Anvil! The Story of Anvil.”
3. Hemorrhoid Helper has little in common with Hamburger Helper. How are they different? Similar? How could co-branding them create market synergy?

Aunty Henrietta’s been busy: she’s got a website and blog too.

Goopy Chocolate Ruined This Post

It started with a jar of savory chocolate-laced peanut butter. It ended as above. Lessons learned: 1) chocolate peanut butter restricts typing; 2) chocolate peanut butter looks not unlike lumpy turd (#2, get it?); 3) tastebuds are little dictators.

If you have a peanut butter allergy this post is possibly life threatening.

The Afterlife

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Click here to see the re-do.

Sofanalysis

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I hear this often. Too bad the cut-off age for smoke-jumpers, of the dangerous jump-out-of-the-airplane-and-into-the-forest-fire sort, is 35. Heh heh.

Why You Should Keep Yourself Far, Far Away From Coffee

Reason #3,756: Hand Puppetry


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From Mason Mania, home of the missing sock.

15 Albums That Changed My Life, Not That You Asked

1. Soundtrack to Disney’s feature length animation, “101 Dalmations,” played on my red portable record player/briefcase — Cruella De Vil rocked. The chorus sings how she made her husband take her last name. What a woman! Too bad about her puppy-skin coat fetish. (And that fat ugly husband.)


2. Debbie Boone’s “You Light Up My Life” — For a third grader who enjoyed singing herself to sleep with sad tunes like “Leaving On a Jet Plane” and “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” this was I-T, in feathered hair.


3. My younger brother’s musical selections — These included classics by Donald Duck, Alvin & the Chipmunks, and Wonder Woman’s theme song. I admired his musical maturity and confidence, especially with the 8-track tapes.


4. Cory Hart, “Boy In the Box” — He wore sunglasses at night.


5. ABC, “How To Be a Zillionaire” — How do I?


6. That K-Tel one with “My Boyfriend’s Back,” “Leader of the Pack,” and “It’s My Party (and I’ll Cry If I Want To)” on it — I find my niche! Alas, I was born 20 years too late for my niche.


7. The B-52’s, “The B-52’s” — Bouffant rock lobster dancing joy.


8. Vintage 1980s The Cure — Long live teenage depression.


9. Roxy Music something or other


10. That first Enya CD


11. Smithsonian recordings of early American jazz — Now that’s music. (Modern jazz: you suck.)


12. Various trance and electronica


13. Coldplay, “Parachutes”


14. Ruben González, “Introducing... Ruben González” — The Buena Vista Social Club pianist puts music between the notes, right in the silences, and has the wherewithal for red slacks.


15. Jonathan Richman everything — “She don’t act like no bad breakfast cereal, waitin’ to wilt in the milk,” woe, woe, woe.

There was also the decades-long forced Classical music listening administered by the Parental Unit, of which we must never, ever speak.

Ported over from Facebook.

Ice, Ice Hockey

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Last Sunday’s finding put escargot into my brain. So here’s my try at snail humor or hockey humor or, Oh man I’d love to drive a Zamboni, wouldn’t you? Especially on a hot summer’s day when just saying the word “ice” provides cooling relief. Ahhh.

Ever Had A Day That Felt Like You Were Just One Key Off?

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Slowwwww News Day

Early Sunday morning I hastily tore apart my Boston Globe to get at the comics—Foxtrot, it’s been too long—only to find these two, printed one on top of the other:



Rhymes With Orange and F Minus share a few similarities, eh? Two one-panel snail cartoons, two snails each, within a landscape where only one snail speaketh. Not only that but the left snails are in pretty much the exact same place. Later that afternoon, in real life, somewhere, somehow, an escargot sneezed.

(Here’s my try at drawing a snail cartoon.)

Who's Scoring?

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