We went to the zoo.
This one’s either super cute or super offensive, so we’ll see what the greater voice of the internets has to say. Or we would, if more than three people ever COMMENTED. … Continue reading
You get a rerun today, because I was busy last night totally failing to cook anything for the Rosh Hashanah potluck tomorrow.
So when I turn up with a store-bought something, my excuse will be that I was busy totally failing to scan cartoons for my blog. It’s the circle of bullshit. … Continue reading
Please don’t be frightened.
If you’re younger than I am, it’s possible you won’t know what this cartoon is about and will think something truly horrible, or at least deeply kinky, is going on. … Continue reading
No mules were harmed in the making of this doodle.
And before you shriek in horror, a muleskinner in this context is just a dude (or chick, presumably) who drives mules. A muleteer, if you will. Like a Rocketeer but … Continue reading
As God is mah witness, I will never wear curtains again!
I promise, I’m definitely going to draw a more legit Bob Mackie cartoon, but thinking about what represents the ultimate Mackie design led me straight past sparkly dresses and Cher-wear … Continue reading
Because costumes for the playground are just what we do.
Not entirely coincidentally, I just finished a Susan Vreeland book about Renoir and his models during the time that he was painting ‘Le Dejeuner des Canotiers’, but now I want … Continue reading
Never go in against an eight-year-old when flowers are on the line.
Or a Sicilian when death is. Vizzini might not take you down, but Sophia totally will. She’s killed before. Since I seem to be on a wedding kick, I remembered … Continue reading
Seriously, don’t mess with this bridesmaid.
I was reminded of this story the other night — a while back, I was a bridesmaid in my friend L’s wedding, and I have this tendency when my friends … Continue reading
Rococo dresses are like potato chips. You can’t have just one.
Also, they’re ruffly. And possibly salty, based on the difficulty of cleaning. Forget I said that last bit, it’s gross. True, but gross. Because swinging is super fun, but … Continue reading
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