I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the below-cartoon comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY‍ to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hello again, Jazz Pickles, or for the first time, stranger.

My partner Olive Oyl and I returned this week from our two-week sojourn up the coast of Southern California. We visited various family members and friends along the way, and, before heading back to Mexico, we spent a couple of days in San Luis Obispo, a charming little town in Central California that we wish we could afford to live in. 

It’s not that San Luis Obispo is a gated community for millionaires, but these days, you have to be a millionaire to live in any city in the US that O2 and I would want to wake up in daily. Prices on everything from gas to groceries, and housing to antifa algae-propagating supplies have gone crazy since the Führer Wannabe “lowered prices on day one.” Lucky us. 

Here are some photos that do not capture the highlights of our trip.

This atypical house is in a typical residential neighborhood of San Luis Obispo, and I think it’s really cool.

Left: Two human constructions and some tiny humans. Right: Two seagulls with three legs.

Left: A few minutes from San Luis Obispo is Morro Rock Beach. Not sure how it got its name. Right: Olive Oyl points at the Pacific Ocean in Malibu.

O2 and me too.

Thanks for caring about what Wayno and I do here each week. If you’d like to help us scrape by in these tough times, we hope you’ll consider some of the links at the end of this post. We appreciate your readership and your support.

This seems like a great time to review one of Wayno’s rare thematic weeks of Bizarro cartoons…

He would probably enjoy the proverbial train at the end of the tunnel, too.

Okay, son, but don’t be careful.

This drawing is as close to an Oscar as Wayno or I are likely to get despite our convincing portrayals of slackers doing our best to avoid Walmart jobs.

Have you spotted the theme of this week’s cartoons yet?

Even a dummy can see it coming.

One point in favor of self-driving cars is that they don’t text or check email while driving.

That concludes this week’s crash course for dummies, Jazz Pickles. If you enjoy that we do this for free each week, please consider helping us keep it that way via the links below. We’ll put in a good word for you with the head of Antifa.

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I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the below-cartoon comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Olive Oyl and I are still on the road, but we’ll be returning to our Mexican hideout in a few days. Our trip has been fun and relaxing, despite the health app on my phone reminding me daily that I’ve only been walking a fraction as many steps each day as I normally do, and asking me if I’ve broken an ankle or been taken hostage. I’m refusing to answer, which I think is making it angry, but I don’t care. I’m not letting that damn thing run my life. 

Have you been following the World Cup? I enjoy some sports, but prefer ones in which things happen more quickly and more often than they do in soccer (futbol). I can’t shake the feeling that if it were not for baseball, soccer would be the world’s most boring sport. Sure, every now and then, there is a brief string of exciting seconds, but it cannot be denied that 95% of the time, it’s just people jogging in a big field with a ball nearby. That’s the one thing that makes it less boring than baseball, which is mostly men standing around scratching their crotches and spitting.

I know nothing about the game of cricket, but I’ve heard those games can last for days. I’m sure it’s great if you’re into it, but to me, that sounds only marginally more interesting than watching the grounds crew mow the lawn in the days before the game.

While on the road this week, I managed to dodge traffic well enough to post my latest article to The Naked Cartoonist. This one is titled “Do You Think a Lot of Modern Art is Bullshit?”

One of my subscribers, Susie Somebody, said this about it:

“Wow! Your amazing display of creativity in this week’s Naked Cartoonist is one of my all-time favorites. Thank you so much!”

I have no idea what she is referring to, but I’m glad she enjoyed it. Thanks, Susie!

If you’d like to be encouraged to think and chuckle while supporting my writing habit (which is no less life-consuming than a drug habit, but somewhat less damaging), you can start here for a mere $5 a month. I always keep my prices low because I don’t like how expensive everything is getting.

One thing that isn’t getting more expensive is our latest batch of Bizarro cartoons. Let’s see what Wayno coughed up for us this week…

You’ll never grow up to be a cowman if you don’t practice.

This image used to represent the human conscience, but since we’ve stopped thinking for ourselves, we can now see it as the “facts” and “alternate facts” of the internet competing for our attention.

But everyone knows that if time travel for potatoes were possible, the fact that those fries exist in the future means Mr. P Head did not heed their advice, and…oh, never mind.

This is a cautionary tale. Children need to learn to recognize a brutalist before they’re old enough to get romantically involved with one.

That fact that the creature thinks the platform is a train speaks volumes.

I lived in NYC for ten years and must have said that a thousand times each year. No wonder the apartment was full of bees.

That wall we just hit is the outer limit of our comedy enclosure this week. Thanks for stumbling through the dark with us. If you enjoy what we provide here for free each week, please consider helping us keep it that way via the links below. We’ll cast a beneficial spell over your life, and everything will instantly improve.

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I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hey there, Jazz Pickles. I hope you’re all hanging in there and riding out the Tangerine Torment comfortably. Olive Oyl and I are taking a little time off this week and next to visit family.

We spent yesterday morning in shuttle vans and airports, and the afternoon in what felt like a cramped utility closet where they store metal folding chairs. O2 tried to persuade me that it was a commercial airliner, and the gigantic man in the folding chair next to me, who kept his right elbow and knee pressed firmly against me for three hours while snoring loudly enough to nearly drown out the wind storm outside, almost convinced me.

As I looked behind me, there were dozens of rows of tiny, uncomfortable chairs smooshed together, full of sleeping people in various embarrassing poses, with gaping mouths and slack jaws.

That sounds like a plane, but it still didn’t make sense. People have to pay big money to ride on commercial airliners, and there’s no way my wife and I were stupid enough to have paid for that experience. All I can think is that somehow, we accidentally locked ourselves into a vibrating storage facility with hundreds of others who’d snuck in there to sleep off their Friday night drunk.

Whatever the case, we’re out of the closet now and sitting in properly cushioned chairs, so it’s all good.

Before I go, I’d be as stupid as a person who pays hard-earned money for a flight on a cheap-ass airline if I didn’t mention our splendid new products in the Comics Kingdom Bizarro shop. Run over there right now as fast as a Mario Brother escaping some sort of animated danger and nab some for yourself and your loved ones. You’ll permanently be one of our loved ones if you do. 

Lastly, but not leastly, next Friday’s article in my subscription creative writing thing, The Naked Cartoonist, is titled “Do You Think a Lot of Modern Art is Bullshit?” 

Here’s one of the several comics within my clever and amusing essay.

This story is snarky and funny, but also open-minded, so you can decide for yourself if modern art is for you. I think you’re going to love it. (My article, that is; I’ve no idea if you’ll love modern art.)

That makes it time to peek under the comedy curtain and see what mischief Wayno’s Bizarro comics for the week include…

Sheet happens.

I love a park bench with a pie shelf. It keeps the pie where the pigeons and squirrels can enjoy it without having to bend over.

When you’re tired of watching lame sit-coms try an intentionally lame sit-chuck.

Good idea. Since none of the commandments mention a prohibition against molesting women, how about Bill Cosby, Harvey Weinstein, and His Obfuscating Orangeness?

A reader demanded we apologize to the descendants of those who died in the famous 1975 sinking referenced above. This seems an unusual request since we aren’t making fun of the wreck or its victims, only mentioning it as something that happened and was written about in a popular song.

Still, we’re sorry that anyone was offended by this comic. That’s never our intent. There’s an adage that is famous among humorists: Comedy = tragedy + time, but nobody tells you how much time has to pass. We thought 51 years would be enough.

If I had a cargo suit, I wouldn’t need to carry a purse.

And that brings down this week’s comedy curtain to a standing ovation. (I’m standing as I type. You may remain seated.) If you’re into what we do here for free each week, please help us keep it going via the links below. Thank you for your attention to this blather.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

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I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the below-cartoon comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Thanks for stopping by, Jazz Pickles. It’s always nice to see you sense your presence.

The title and topic of today’s post will doubtless turn off some readers. Most of you regular visitors know who I am and read my stuff because you like how I think and what I say about it.

But that’s not true for everyone. Judging by the comments I still occasionally get, some readers just come here for a light-hearted laugh and wish I’d leave topics like politics out of it. 

That’s what Garfield is for.  Here at Bizarro, Wayno and I often give you lighthearted fun with no difficult thoughts attached, but occasionally we express an opinion or truth that makes some readers uncomfortable. 

We think that’s a good thing, as the image and quote by James Baldwin below express rather poignantly.

Image by Carlos Barberena

I understand the sentiment; the world is overwhelming, and comics are an escape. Accordingly, polite suggestions are understood and appreciated, but when someone objects in a less-than-polite manner, I tell them, “If someone is forcing you to read our work, tell your parents or a trusted teacher.” 

Regarding the seaside comic above. Scientists report that up to 75% of large fish are gone from the ocean as a result of overfishing and other causes, and many fish populations are on the brink of collapse. Meanwhile, certain politicians are more concerned with bringing back “all-you-can-eat shrimp night” at Red Lobster.

Additionally, in the late 1950s, the average American adult looked like the fisherman on the left in my cartoon above, while the average American today is overweight or obese.

As our behavior threatens our food supply on numerous fronts (over-fishing, climate change, right-wing political policies for short-term profit, etc.), obesity among Americans is becoming epidemic, while farms are failing right and left. What’s wrong with this picture? 

Yesterday was our nation’s 250th birthday. What should have been a grand celebration of the American Experiment from sea to shining sea was extinguished like a campfire in a tsunami by unrelenting, textbook fascism and grifting over the past 18 months. 

A certain malignant narcissist who would be king has frantically attempted to cement his place in history in embarrassing ways, including attempting to build gawdy monuments to himself that no one but his own ego has asked for. 

He had a huge chance yesterday, on the 4th of July, to ensure that his name would forever appear alongside Thomas Jefferson and John Adams.

They both died within hours of each other on July 4th, 1826, exactly 50 years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence. If Trump had done yesterday what they did exactly 200 years ago, he’d have secured his place in history, at least on a Wikipedia page about political coincidences. And what could’ve been a better anniversary gift to America than that?

But once again, he missed his chance of being remembered for something other than being the person who made the most tragically convincing proof of reincarnation who ever lived. Or, maybe it is just a coincidence that he was born a mere 13 months after Hitler committed suicide and has used Adolf’s biography like a cookbook recipe for (temporarily) destroying a republic.

Oh well. His place in our nation’s history will definitely be cemented, but not for the reasons he hopes.

In better news, as promised in last week’s post, we’ve got the new V-neck ladies’ style shirts posted on Comics Kingdom’s Bizarro swag shop! Treat your neck to some V-freedom now! (All of the latest products are available on those two pages, not just V-necks.)

Let’s cleanse our hearts and minds now with some chuckles from Wayno’s Bizarro comics from the week!

That hand would also be quite handy while driving, although with a different finger extended.

Wayno already made a joke about applying for a job at Monster(dot)com, so I’ve got nothin.’

I don’t even wanna know where a zombie baby came from or what you’d feed it.

For those of you who love oddball indie films, I highly recommend “Listers,” available for free on YouTube. It’s a charmingly hilarious documentary about a couple of brothers who are real-life characters like “the Dude” in The Big Lebowski deciding to take up bird watching. So fun.

This is one of my very favorite bits of punnery from Wayno and a perfect example of the aphorism, “Comedy equals tragedy plus time.”

It could also be “couples massage” if they hired that guy to let them massage him together.

That’s douses this week’s comedy campfire, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for stopping by for some s’mores. If you enjoy that we do this for free every week, please consider helping to feed the Bizarro Bunny via the links below. Our income from newspapers has gone the way of civil political discourse in recent years. Either way, we appreciate you pointing your seeballs at us.

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I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the below-cartoon comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Welcome to the jar, Pickles of Jazz. Thanks for dropping in.

A couple of weeks ago, I asked you to help us pick some new T-shirt designs. You voted, and we listened. 

We’ve just launched a bunch of new shirt designs, as well as a travel mug (they’re calling a “tumbler”), a water bottle, and a few coffee mug designs. 

There are seven new shirt designs in various colors, and three new Secret Symbol shirts that you’ll love. LOOK AT’EM HERE.

NOTE: THE V-NECK LADIES’ STYLES HAVE NOT YET BEEN POSTED, BUT WILL BE ADDED NEXT WEEK. THEY PROMISED ME! 

Sorry to say that at this time, we couldn’t add all of the suggestions our cherished Jazz Pickles requested, but we appreciate your contributions and will continue to expand our offerings.

In the meantime, please purchase a dozen of each product in all colors and styles available, and donate the ones you don’t want to a local charity. That should spiff up your tarnished karma quite nicely!

Time now to view Wayno’s attempts to polish his karma by donating chuckles in the form of the week’s Bizarro cartoons…

You’ll feel better soon after he runs out of bananas.

No method of societal change is more effective than bumper opinions.

I particularly like Wayno’s version of our Bizarro Alien in this one.

Being a centaur is challenging enough, but this poor schmuck got stuck with Shetland Pony genes.

When Lucy pulls up, she waits till he’s about to grab the door handle and steps on the gas.

It has been my personal experience that chickens never fall for a chicken costume. Of course, it may also have been because I am five times larger than they are.

That’s the bell for recess, Jazz Pickles. Before you go out to play, please consider helping us keep this nonsense going and free of charge. We enjoy enchucklating you and appreciate the loan of your eyes for a few minutes each week.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the below-cartoon comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post. 

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Thanks for stopping by, Jazz Pickles. 

In last week’s post, I featured 20 of my title panels (the small, square graphic at the top of these posts) and asked if you’d like to see any of them on a T-shirt, and if so, to vote for your faves. 

The response was surprisingly robust, and we got over 500 votes! So we’re in the process of turning the top five vote getters into shirts, and a few other products, too.

Thanks so much for your enthusiasm! More on this soon.

A few days ago, I published a new Naked Cartoonist article titled “How to Avoid a Horror Show Marriage.” (I should know, I’ve had two.) It’s been quite popular (and not at all political!), so here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite. 

“Couples therapists wisely recommend being in a relationship for two or three years before deciding to marry. That’s because while nothing feels more euphoric and transcendent than falling in love, it also renders you the stupidest that you’ll ever be. Those two years give that toasted marshmallow explosion in your skull time to morph back into a working brain.

That advice comes from people who’ve made a career of listening to spouses complain about each other, often with tears, shouting, and gnashing of teeth. Trust them when they tell you not to rush into it.

I rushed into my first two marriages like I was saving children from a flaming orphanage, which would have been less dangerous than those marriages turned out to be.”

The article also contains some of my favorite comics about relationships and matrimony. It’s sort of a humorous “how to” and “how not to” manual on marriage. 

I only charge $5 a month for my entire archive of articles, and I post one every two weeks. I’m not trying to get rich, just looking to compensate myself for the time I spend looking for ways to keep you entertained. 

If you enjoy enjoyment, I think you’ll enjoy The Naked Cartoonist. You can cancel anytime, and I would never share or sell your contact info.

Now let’s enjoy Wayno’s highly enchucklicating Bizarro comics from the week…

I found a Bitcoin in my washing machine the other day. I must’ve left it in my pocket.

It’s the bloodiest awards show on TV, which may account for its high ratings.

There will never be a better song by an actor than William Shatner’s “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”

Unfortunately, I’m a much better spell victim than spell caster.

Tell that to my friends Theodore and Cliodore. They’ve been married for over 30 years, a few of them happily.

He wrote the book “Testing Crashes for Dummies.”

Thus concludes this week’s typing experiment. If you’ve enjoyed the order of the letters, spaces, and punctuation above, we hope you’ll consider helping us keep this site free and weekly via the links below. We thank you in advance for your generosity.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the comments to follow. 

Since 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hola, Jazz Pickle. Thanks for pointing your pickle at us.

We like to add new products to our King Features’ Comics Kingdom shop from time to time, but we’re not sure what you, the Pickle Public, would like to see. Will you help?

If you have an idea for a bit of Bizarro swag of some kind, please tell us about it in the comments section.

I was thinking maybe a few shirts with my Bizarro Sunday title panels on them might be fun. Would anyone be interested in that? If so, have a look at the handful I picked out below, and vote for the ones you like best by the number on the lower corners. (Or suggest something else you’d like to see.)

Vote for as many as you like. If you don’t think you’d want a shirt like that, please refrain from voting. Whatever your thoughts on this, we’d love to hear your feedback in the comments section. We’re always looking for ways to replace our income from the erstwhile newspaper industry.

(I read all comments before posting them, so if you don’t want me to publish your comment, just say so and I’ll keep it off the site.)

Thanks a llama, Jazz Pickles. We’re eternally grateful for your support. You’re the smartest and coolest readers in the entire comics kingdom!

Thank you for your attention to this blather. Now, on to Wayno’s Bizarro comics for the week!

I’m a longtime meditator and this happens to be my exact technique.

I’m having trouble believing she’s hearing anything.

If I were God, I’d give myself much more hair.

I suspect he’s stoned. (I couldn’t help it. I’m a dad.)

For you non-musicians, these are not the kind of “bass” you’d see on a seafood menu.

As they say inside the hill, being an ant is no picnic. Except when it is.

That’s the bell for the final lap, Jazz Pickles. Don’t forget to vote for one or more of the images above for a shirt if you’re into that kind of thing. If you enjoy that we offer our work here for free, please consider saying thanks via the options below. We’ll make sure the Guru Bot adds karma points to your permanent record.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out the latest edition of Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hola, Jazz Pickle. Thanks for popping into our Tiki bar.

Last week I talked about the latest production at the New York Metropolitan Opera, El Último Sueño de Frida y Diego. It was (IMHO) spectacular.

Since then, I discovered the following quote by Diego Rivera in reference to a product he would not allow in their home:

“The black water of Imperialism.”

He was talking about Coca-Cola. I love that expression because his instincts were dead right, and he was foretelling the future. 

That delicious poison was injected into Mexico in the first quarter of the 20th century and is now a daily, lifelong staple of the diets of far too many people. Obesity and diabetes are rampant in Mexico for a variety of reasons, with Coke leading the way. 

On a more amusing note, my Sunday cartoon above, written by my comics partner, Wayno, and illustrated by me, metaphorically describes a funny story that happened to me in Mexico many years ago.

I lived in Texas in my twenties, and my best friend was a Mexican-American. He invited me to go to Mexico City with him for a few days, and I accepted. It was my first visit to this country.

We wandered the city and visited many of the fascinating historical and cultural spots, including Chapultepec Park, the world-famous Museum of Anthropology, the enormous central plaza (El Zócalo), under which they had only just discovered and begun excavating the Templo Mayor, now an amazing underground museum of the main Aztec temple that the Spanish destroyed and replaced with a Catholic cathedral. (Imperialism at its worst.)

A major highlight of the trip was a visit outside the city to the great pyramids of Teotihuacan. 

Another major highlight occurred later that night…

Because we were in our twenties and still had energy after dark, we decided to look for a club to go to after dinner. 

Wandering the crowded streets, we spotted a nightclub with large posters outside advertising elaborately dressed chorus girls. It looked like something from the early days of nightclub floor shows, so we decided to give it a try.

Seated at a small table near the front of the stage, we sipped our cocktails, chatted, and waited for the show to begin. As curtain time approached, I looked around at the other audience members—well-dressed couples mostly—and began to sense something odd. As I looked more closely, I realized that everyone in the audience was male. Including the “women.” 

I leaned over and whispered this to my friend just as the show began, and yes, it was a drag queen club. We got a terrific laugh out of our naivete, settled in, and enjoyed the show. 

I can’t help but wonder if anyone else in the audience was watching us as we figured it out. It must have been hilarious.

Olive Oyl and I love Mexico City and have visited at least once a year since we moved here. I think of it as a tropical New York City. We still haven’t experienced all there is to see and do there, but we’ll keep at it.

When Wayno suggested this comic to me decades later, he knew nothing about my drag show story, but the memory of it, combined with my love of Tiki culture, made this a terrifically fun comic to draw.

Time to experience the tiki tickles that await us with Wayno’s Bizarro comics from the week…

You never know what to expect when you shop at Bunny Mart.

To be clear, a group of monks is not called “monkeys.”

The pie is essential, grasshopper.

Don’t feel sorry for him. His career will last decades longer than human soccer players. (“Football players,” for our readers not in the US, Canada, or Australia.)

Unsurprisingly, Sir Robin is afraid of cell phone technology and still uses a landline.

Once inconceivable, it is now every con-artist’s dream to one day be president.

That’s last call at the Bizarro Tiki Bar, Jazz Pickles. If you enjoy this nonsense and appreciate that we offer it a the low, low price of FREE, please consider helping us keep it that way via the links below. I’ll light a candle for you in thanks, the next time I visit the Templo Mayor in Mexico City.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post. 

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hola, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for stopping by our chuckle emporium.

To alleviate our fear of the ruthless Cookie Monster pictured above, let’s talk about an opera that even the opera-averse may enjoy.

Olive Oyl and I are not regular opera-goers, but yesterday, at a theater in León, Mexico, we attended a streaming of the New York Metropolitan Opera’s production of El Último Sueño de Frida y Diego, a critically acclaimed opera by a Pulitzer Prize-winning composer and a PzrPrz-winning librettist.

It was amazing, and we highly recommend it! (Hence the bold italics.)

It’s about Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera, of course, but rather than being based on their biography, it is a dramatic reimagination of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. The story transpires after Frida’s death, both in the Underworld and in the world of the living, and incorporates familiar elements of Frida and Diego’s relationship and art.

My History with Frida

I first discovered Frida Kahlo’s biography and art in the early ’90s when I read Frida Kahlo: The Brush of Anguish by Martha Zamorra. (Chronicle Books, 1993)

I found her life story and self-portraits fascinating, and have been a fan ever since. 

Shortly after reading that book, I created a costume for my family’s yearly Halloween party, pictured below. I recall having to explain to most of our guests who I was supposed to be, but Frida’s fame is now such that she is much more widely recognized.

Left: My costume, 1993. Right: A more carefully styled photo I’ve used as a publicity shot ever since. The frame was from a garage sale, and I attached it to the hand-painted background in a kind of box that fit over my head and rested on my shoulders with straps. The hand-painted banner “floated” atop wires attached to the frame.

O2 and I have seen much of Kahlo and Rivera’s art in museums (and murals) here in Mexico, and have visited both of her former residences in Coyoacán (a neighborhood in Mexico City), both of which are now museums. So when we learned of the opera and that it was showing at a theater a couple of hours from our town, we donned our evening gown, pearls, and tuxedo and hopped into the car.

It was a bit over four hours of driving round trip, but well worth it!

The production design, sets, costumes, choreography, and singing are spellbinding and ravishing, even if you’re not into opera. If you’re at all a fan of Kahlo’s, you’ll doubtless love it.

The Met is doing at least one more live streaming event in the US in various cities on June 3, and a few more dates in Canada in late June, so check online for a theater near you. (Info about these locations and dates was hard to find, but try here.)

Special thanks to Jazz Pickle Richard K. for sending me a link about the streaming events, allowing us to get tickets in time.

No tickets or tuxedos needed for Wayno’s Bizarro comics from the week. Join me now in the Chuckle Emporium’s screening room…

Don’t miss the Gibbon guitar amp.

Now that the US Department of Health and Human Services is being run by a conspiracy clown, good luck finding a cooties vaccine.

If you’ve never heard of Patreon, treat yourself to my own short video about my graphic novel, Peyote Cowboy. (Excuse the horrible beard, I’ve since trimmed it considerably.)

Who couldn’t use a robot that handles anxiety for them these days?

I once came very close to having a Bizarro animated show on TV. The grueling process of getting a show produced in Hollywood was enough to convince me I wanted nothing to do with it.

Even with a head full of nothing but air, this clown’s IQ is double-digits higher than the clown mentioned above.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the below-cartoon comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hey, there Jazz Pickle. Welcome to my weekly word vomit.

Today’s cartoon above is a classic bait-and-switch formula. Your first glance tells you a hunter has killed a deer and strapped it to his car—something hunters do, though probably not in front of their sight line. Upon reading the dialogue, you find out he’s actually a friendly Samaritan who has acted as the designated driver for a ruminant who’s had a few too many.

That seems unlikely until you realize it’s happening in a world where an eight-point buck is a regular customer at Marty’s Roadhouse, and the local yokal knows the buck’s wife’s name.

That’s comedy for you.

In last week’s blog post, I mentioned some TV shows and movies Olive Oyl and I have enjoyed, and some readers appreciated it, so here’s another, along with a cherished personal story.

I first saw Zach Galifianakis at a theater in NYC around ‘03 or ’04, when he was an up-and-coming stand-up comic opening for a well-known comedian. I loved his set and thought he stole the show. I’ve been a big fan ever since. His faux-interview segments from a few years back, Between Two Ferns, are hilarious.

His latest thing is a wonderful series of short episodes on Netflix called This is a Gardening Show. It comedically mixes facts about growing food with interviews with kids and experts. It’s wonderful!

My cherished story about Zach: Around 2007, I attended the Just for Laughs comedy festival in Montreal. Galifianakis was one of the many performers in the two-day festival, and I went to see one of his shows. 

It took place in a small theater with a proscenium stage, cafe tables on the floor, and a small balcony with theater seats. During his show, he left the stage and wandered through the floor tables, improvising with random audience members.

After a couple of stops, he happened by my table, stuck the mic in my face, and asked, “What’s your name?” I said, “Dan.” 

He said, “And what do you do?” 

“I’m a cartoonist,” I replied.

“Oh really? What do you do? Have I seen your work?”

I said, “I do a newspaper comic called Bizarro.”

To my self-shitting surprise, the audience erupted in cheers and applause. That alone would’ve been enough, but it got better.

Zach said, “Oh my god. I love your work! I’ve read Bizarro for years.”

Holy crap, are you kidding me?! I melted like a schoolgirl meeting Paul McCartney in the ‘60s. I went backstage after the show and gushed over him, and he probably thought I was a dork. That’s the last time we spoke, and he doubtless has no memory of it ever happening.

That kind of public recognition almost never happens to a cartoonist, certainly not mid-level ink jockeys like me. It’s still my favorite moment of my whole career. I don’t know what my second-favorite moment would be, but it’s probably too boring to even write about.

Anyway, his This is a Gardening Show is charming and funny, and you’ll love it. If you don’t, don’t tell me.

You’ll also likely love Wayno’s Bizarro cartoons from this week. I’m sure Zach would, too, if he weren’t too busy gardening.

My friends in the make-believe cartoon mob loved this one.

On the off chance that you don’t already know, there are spas where you can do this with your feet.

The thing I like most about pretzels is their logic.

Some readers had trouble with this one. They say you’re not supposed to explain jokes, but I’ve made a point of not doing what they say. This is a pizza lying upside down on the ground, with the picture flipped so that the entire world is on the pizza. It’s a similar trick to the one I used in this comic.

Here in Mexico, they call those an “IRM” and “Señor T”.

This guy may have gone to the same school of childish political retribution as a certain orange man-baby.

That concludes this thing I do here each week. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you did, please consider helping us keep it free of ads and a paywall. Now that newspapers no longer pay us a living wage, we rely on donations from readers like you. (And some who are not like you at all.)

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hey, there Jazz Pickles. Welcome to this thing now.

Since the world at large can be a daunting horror show these days, I’ve got some amusing entertainment suggestions for you this week.

After a hard day of thinking, writing, drawing, and suppressing the urge to remember where we hid those cyanide pills, Olive Oyl and I watch a little TV at night to unwind. 

Never the news, of course. That would be as relaxing as drinking monkey vomit and setting our hair on fire. No, we look for programs that express original, human creativity and remind us why our species is more magical and special than computerized word-guessing machines will ever be able to emulate. 

Here are a few things we’ve loved lately:

Widow’s Bay—series on Apple TV. Matthew Rys, whom you’ve doubtless seen on numerous other great shows, plays the mayor of a quaint New England island town that hopes to become the next Martha’s Vineyard, but is beset by ludicrous legends of an encyclopedia of horror cliches. Rys brilliantly plays the straight man, trying to control every other absurdly eccentric character, all of which are perfectly played without going over the line. Viewers quickly realize the legends are true, and it becomes a horror story that is laugh-out-loud hilarious. Comedy-horror has been done before, but this is a cut above any that I’ve seen. 

Big Mistakes—Netflix series. This is a dysfunctional family comedy starring and created by Dan Levy (Eugene Levy’s son and creator of Schitt’s Creek). It’s somewhat less original than Widow’s Bay, but still funnier by my reckoning than most modern sitcom fare. If the first episode makes you laugh, you’ll love it. If not, move on.

She Came to Me—(2023) movie, Netflix. This one hasn’t been as well-reviewed as the shows mentioned above, but I suspect that’s because it is odd and offbeat. I love unusual and surprising stories, and Olive Oyl and I found this one charming and fun. It’s a “romantic comedy,” but without the cliche recipes we’re used to, and it’s not remotely sticky-sweet. The casting is perfect, and the characters and storyline have depth. If you don’t like operatic love stories about tugboat captains, this one may not be for you. 

Marty, Life is Short—documentary, Netflix. This overview of the life of comedian Martin Short is terrific, unless you hate him. I haven’t loved everything he’s done, but I have been in awe of many of the weird characters he’s created. Ed Grimley and Jiminy Glick are two that I still find laugh-out-loud funny. His energy and creativity fairly leap off the screen, and this documentary of his personal life and career is full of inspiring and heartbreaking surprises. He is a uniquely creative human being with admirable depth, and O2 and I just loved this film.

Finally, not coming to your TV but soon to your computer screen, is next Friday’s installment (22 May, 2026) of my subscription creative writing project, The Naked Cartoonist. It’s a non-political, humorous article about a handful of vintage Bizarro cartoons illustrating how a certain famous toy is a metaphor for all of our lives.

You’ll either love it or feel neutral about it, but I guarantee it won’t make your eyes sting or your face morph into a nightmarish mask resembling a humanoid weasel. Here’s how it starts:

The Most Terrifying Role Most of Us Never Play

Do You Have the Courage to Play it?

Can you guess what the first toy advertised on TV was? It sold over a million units in the first year, has appeared in numerous films, and is still in production after three-quarters of a century. No, it’s not the Barbie doll — though, like her, it is also devoid of genitals.

The toy I’m referring to is a covert metaphor for each of us, a mirror of humanity, which may explain its enduring allure. When we played with it, we were unwittingly practicing life.

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Join me now to find out what gifts of chucklementation Wayno’s Bizarro comics from the week shall bestow…

Don’t be surprised if this absurd suggestion becomes a reality in the near future, as the insatiable greed of Jeff Bezos continues to consume what’s left of his soul. (Oh, how I wish I were kidding.)

If she’s going to exercise “wristry” as well as palmistry, I think she should add it to her sign.

File this under “near puppet experiences.”

At least he fulfilled his calling to feed the hungry.

Haunting without moving your lips is harder than you’d think.

And, we hope, wearer of underpants.

That crack of comedy thunder marks the end of our rain of humor, Jazz Pickles. If you like this kind of crap and hope we keep doing it for free, please consider helping us keep it this way via the links below. We’ll love you for it.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post this week.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Cock-a-doodle-doo, Jazz Pickles.

That greeting seems appropriate this week as we discuss lesser-known characters of Greek Mythology.

You’re probably familiar with centaurs (half-human, half-horse) and satyrs (half-horny-human, half-goat), but few are acquainted with the half-human, half-chicken, poultraurs.

Poultraurs subsisted on a diet of insects, worms, greens, and berries, just like regular chickens. This made them unpopular dinner guests, as they were almost as difficult to cook for as vegans. 

On the plus side, watching them prance around the yard on human legs, pecking the ground, could be amusing. I won’t even get into their reproductive process, as it was fairly disturbing.

I confess the above comic contains an inaccuracy: the poultraur I’ve drawn has the head of a hen, which are female, but is referred to as a “brother.” My bad. I chose the head of a hen because it is inherently funnier than that of a rooster. I’m not sure why, exactly, but that’s my comedy instinct after nearly half a century as a humorist. 

Sadly, poultraurs are extinct. During the severe famine Greece endured during WWII, the top half of poultraurs were widely consumed. It led to the expression, “finger-licking semi-cannibalism,” a phrase that was partially appropriated by a certain American fast-food chain a few years later.

If you enjoy these little cloud-burst blog posts, you’ll doubtless thrill to my creative writing project, The Naked Cartoonist. It’s $5 a month for the entire archive and a new article every two weeks. It’s one of the ways I’m supporting Olive Oyl and myself, as well as paying Wayno to do his award-winning thing. 

My most recent article is titled “Ten Things I Have in Common with Trump.” It’s a political satire that includes such points as: “We have each been married three times,” (though none of my wives left me because I cheated on them with a porn star); “I have put my name on things” (such as my underwear when I went to summer camp, but never buildings that were already named or a catalog of cheap crap), etc. Here’s a preview:

I Have Fantasized About Being a Superhero

When I was four years old, my mother ordered a Superman suit for me from a catalog and snapped a photo as I posed before running outside to pretend to fly. I was not an 80-year-old leader of the (previously) free world, nor did I share those images on social media, but my mother kept the photo in my childhood scrapbook.

That’s an actual photo of me on the left, while the image at right is some of the stellar work of a mindless robot. This article will doubtless cost me a few subscriptions if I have any MAGA fans left, which I doubt. Oh well.

Time now for the week’s Bizarro comics by Wayno, or Captain Chuckles, as they call him in the Marvel Universe.

The third and fourth Secret Symbols in this one were hard to find even for me.

O2 and I recently endured a cafe musician who was worse than a tone-deaf, drunken, karaoke singer.

Full disclosure: I’m completely against live music in restaurants. It is invariably too loud. If I wanted to eliminate any chance of meaningful conversation with unbearable noise, I’d dine in a teenager’s bedroom.

Once they start to embed computer chips in our brains, this will be inevitable. Rented movies & series on Amazon Prime now include commercial breaks, I guess because Bezos doesn’t have enough money to keep up with his new wife’s plastic surgery addiction.

Speaking of big brass, years ago, in NYC, I happened upon a performance by Edward Babb and the McCullough Sons of Thunder. I can honestly say it was a spiritual experience. Here’s a short clip on YouTube. To skip the long intro, the music starts at 3:25.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkQnnoJ0xJw

In contrast, I’ve never encountered a sermon that could do what that thundering band I mentioned in the comment above did. IMHO, music has an unexplainable, mystical power.

If there were one of these in the White House, a certain grievance-baby-in-chief would never come above ground.

That brings us to the end of this week’s thingamajig. If you enjoy the things we do and that we offer this majig for free, please consider helping us keep it that way via the links below. We will think of you fondly, with gratitude.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the comments below. Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my award-winning comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Foldeundertøj, Jazz Pickles. That’s how they say “welcome” in Sundfornuftmark, a country I made up.

It’s a “Scandinavianish” country midway between Scandinavia and the tropics. I’ll be writing in detail about that country in a hilarious and meaningful future article for The Naked Cartoonist, and those of you who subscribe for the absurdly low price of $5 a month will experience hilarity and deep philosophical meaning for less than (what will soon be) the price of a gallon of gas.

But for now, let’s discuss piñatas.

Piñatas are those papier-mâché objects that blindfolded children are encouraged to beat with a stick until they give them candy.

“Papier-mâché is the hoity-toity way the French spell the name of the common children’s art class stuff piñatas are made of. Though the word looks high-falootin’, it means “chewed paper,” another thing that happens in children’s art classes.

Piñatas were traditionally in the form of a donkey or a satellite, but more recently, they are available in the shape of everything from superheroes to risque anatomical objects. (There is metaphorical logic in whacking a piñata shaped like the afore-linked anatomical object until it gives up its contents, but we’ll leave that topic for another writer.)

According to Wikipedia, the basic piñata tradition originated in China (as did the invention of both paper and papier-mâché—I’m not sure if they invented chewing). It then migrated to the Middle East, then Europe, and eventually was brought to the “New World” (same age as the “Old World,” so, not really new) by that heavily armed gaggle of pale-skinned ambassadors who kindly offered to decimate numerous, enormous, complex cultures and rebuild the country to their liking and call it Mexico.

But get this: An extremely similar tradition already existed among the Aztecs to celebrate Huitzilopochtli's birthday, the main god of the inhabitants of Tenochtitlan, the capital of the Aztec Empire, now called Mexico City. (Unlike Foldeundertøj, I didn’t make up that Aztec god’s name.)

To this day, children the world over, even those who cannot pronounce the name of that god, will doubtless have ample opportunities to beat something with a stick until it coughs up its contents.

In the cartoon above, I’ve used a piñata as a stand-in for the famed Trojan Horse, which was not only my high-school buddy Rick’s nickname (earned for his uncanny ability to secure numerous opportunities to use a condom), but also a thing from Greek mythology. Obviously, my comic is based on a combo of the Greek and Mexican versions.

I only mentioned all of that because I wonder if it has been wise to train children for thousands of years to beat things until they get candy. Some children inevitably grow up to be politicians, and some of those seem to still think this is a good way to get what they want.

I’m skeptical of the long-term wisdom of that approach.

On a slightly different topic, Olive Oyl and I are currently spending a few days in Tenochtitlan, and I thought you might enjoy this photo of the My Sweet Jesus restaurant sign. We haven’t eaten there, so we don’t know if it’s as good as the name implies, but I admire the effort.

Had the conquistadors not conquisted the Aztecs, it might have been named My Sweet Huitzilopochtli. A person could work up an appetite just trying to pronounce the restaurant’s name.

Let’s shift focus now to my comics partner Wayno’s enchucklicating Bizarro comics from the week.

I am proud to announce that he has once again been nominated by the National Cartoonists Society for their Best Newspaper Panels Silver Reuben Award. Congrats and good luck, amigo!

Maybe he could help around the house by putting away the pipes and eyeballs.

This cartoon brings back memories of how much I hated the third grade. I often fantasized that our ill-tempered teacher was a piñata, and I was first in line for a turn at the stick. Unlike certain eternally-adolescent public officials I could name, however, I grew out of that childish way of addressing my preferences.

I used to work out at a gym frequented by the local NBA team’s players. I felt like Minnie next to them, and did not enjoy the view when they passed me in the locker room on their way to and from the showers.

I wouldn’t care how many of us would fit into his car, I’d rather chase a weasel around a mulberry bush than listen to that damn clown’s song again.

Many are called, fugue are chosen.

If reincarnation is a thing, and I’ve got any choice in the matter, I’m going to ask that I be allowed to wait until humans have evolved beyond their insatiable greed and penchant for violence, as well as their use of fossil fuels.

Thus concludes this week’s journey of joviality, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for dropping by our weekly backyard carnival. If you enjoy our content and that we offer it for free, please consider helping us keep it that way via the helpful links below.

The Naked Cartoonist…My every-other-week creative-writing subscription service.

Limited edition, signed & numbered prints of BIZARRO CARTOONS, and some originals!

Bizarro TIP JAR …One-time or repeating. Your choice!

WAYNO’S TIP JAR …One-time or repeating. Your choice!

My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Fùnyìhng, Jazz Pickles!

That’s Cantonese for “welcome,” according to Google Translate. Given the accuracy of AI, however, it might actually mean something else, like “your butt is showing.”

I chose it because it kind of looks like “funnying” or “funny thing,” which are concepts Wayno and I hope our comics will deliver.

I’ve always been impressed by language, but it’s among the easiest things in the world to take for granted—until you try to learn a new one late in life.

Being raised and schooled in the self-centered US in the late 1900s, I was never encouraged to learn a second language. Most of that time was spent in Oklahoma, one of the most backward and “unwoke” states in (what used to be) the Union, so that didn’t help. 

Spanish and French were offered in my high school, but they were “elective” classes, and we only got one elective. Another elective class was ART, so I chose the one with pencils, ink, paint, and papier-maché, not the one with homework and difficult jibberish puzzles.

Back then, I didn’t know a single Asian or Latino kid. Everyone in Oklahoma was a white or Black American. Before I hurried out of the state at age 18, I doubt I’d ever met anyone who spoke a second language. 

Time traveling forward to now, I’ve been living in Mexico for almost ten years and working daily on my Spanish. I am accustomed to being a quick study in most things, so I figured it would be like learning to cook; I didn’t think I’d ever have my own cooking show on TV, but figured I’d fairly quickly be functional enough to pull off a dinner party.

Not true. If Spanish were food, I’d confuse, disgust, and poison my dinner guests with unrecognizable glop not fit to be consumed by humans.

After ten years of practice, when I speak Spanish to Mexicans, they just stare at me, wondering if I’m drunk or insane. When they respond, I can pick out a word or two and usually figure out what they may be saying based on context, but it’s a game of chance at best.

When Olive Oyl and I watch foreign films (with subtitles), from an Asian or Arabic country—languages that do not resemble anything we’ve studied or heard often—I suddenly realize how ridiculously complex and miraculous language is.

Fundamentally, verbal communication is nothing but random noises fired from our facial orifices at the speed of hurricane winds. How anyone can make sense of anything communicated in this way is a miracle.

And yet, if you shoot those vocal ejaculations in the direction of a human baby for a few years, it effortlessly begins to understand and replicate them. WTF?! Are babies that much smarter than a man in his sixties?

English is said to be among the more difficult languages to learn because it has so many “exceptions” to phonetic “rules” (which should more accurately be called tendencies). Still, it was so easy to pick up, I don’t even remember learning it. 

Spanish is reputed to be easier, but understanding it is as difficult for me as glancing at a pile of Legos on the floor and instantly telling you how many there are, like Rain Man.

Now think about reading. Look at written Arabic or Mandarin, and try to imagine how anyone makes sense of those seemingly random scribbles, much less can comprehend complex, nuanced concepts from them in a split second. Consider how quickly you’re converting the chicken scratches on this screen right now into hurricane-fast mouth noises, and comprehending my thoughts! It’s astounding.

Why am I going on about this? Because when you experience a miracle, it’s hard to keep it to yourself.

Another miracle will be how I continue to support myself now that my cartoon income is almost gone. 

One way I’m trying is with my subscription creative writing project, The Naked Cartoonist. If you like my blog posts, you’ll love the articles I write for NC. They’re deeper, funnier, and I include a lot of comics for emphasis. And, unlike these posts, I even prufread them for tpyos before posting!

It’s only $5 for two articles a month, which goes a little further in Mexico than in the US, so Olive Oyl and I will use it responsibly and stretch it as far as it can go.

Yes! I want to buy you and O2 a plate of rice and beans!

Thank you so much. Your generosity humbles me.

Time now to explore the mysterious scribblings of my talented comics partner, Wayno, and chuckle at the miracle of humor…

I remember a time when confession booths didn’t have running water.

Or, maybe the “president” will dress up like a “doctor” and heal you with his glowing hands.

At least she’s working in the right department.

If there were giant bird-people dressed in human clothing, I’d spend more time at the beach.

But that amnesia drug they give you always makes me forget this lesson; or maybe I just want to forget it.

My favorite poet is Dr. Seuss. Everyone since then has been too lazy to bother rhyming.

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I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

The comic above may look familiar. It was originally published in 2008, and it’s long been one of my favorites, so I thought it deserved a fresh view. 

Seeing Bigfoot and a space alien at the same moment would be as overwhelming as it would be hilarious. I added to it the popular social phenomenon of offering to take photos of strangers.

Making the offer when there is nothing in it for you is an act of altruism, and giving your phone or camera to a stranger requires trust that they won’t just run away with it. That combination of generosity toward our fellow humans always gives me hope for our species.

Here’s a funny, true story from my life that partially inspired this cartoon:

I was leaving a restaurant one evening many years ago, and a family group of 6 or 8 people was standing outside getting ready to take a picture to commemorate the occasion. A man walked out of the restaurant and generously asked the photographer if she’d like him to take it so she could be in it. She enthusiastically accepted his offer and handed the camera to him. 

As he prepared to snap a shot, another person exited the restaurant and asked him the same question. “Would you like me to take that for you, so you can be in it?” 

Hilariously, the original impromptu photographer said, “Sure,” handed him the camera, and walked off down the street. 

The look of utter confusion on the second volunteer photographer’s face was priceless.

Here are two more of my cartoons that were inspired by that experience.

This one was inspired by my mother’s uncanny ability with photography.

This one is a bit darker, but even funnier IMHO.

Time now to see what hilarity may be inspired by Wayno’s Bizarro cartoons from the week…

I love a good zen/nothing combo gag. For those not familiar with the concept, the philosophy of Zen Buddhism includes much to do about nothing.

A brilliant comic that anyone who has posted their thoughts (or comics) online will appreciate.

I still love the old Batman live-action TV series from the late sixties. It aired when I was ages 8 to 10, and was undoubtedly instrumental in my lifelong love of camp.

Wayno included the elaborate formatting of the art for the panel and strip versions of this one in his weekly newsletter, which is always fun and free to subscribe to.

In Wayno’s weekly blog post (different from the newsletter mentioned above), he features a photo of the original Mr. Potato Head toy as it was sold in the 1950s. I had that toy, remember it well, and I think it got me started thinking like a cartoonist.

Another stellar gag. For my money, this is one of Wayno’s best weeks of cartoons ever. Stand-up comics in the ‘60s routinely featured impressions of celebrities, and they were almost always introduced in this manner.

Wayno created a version of this cartoon flipped over with the woman at the top, and we discussed which one worked better. He showed that version in his most recent newsletter, too.

That’s how this week’s comedy crimes conclude, Jazz Pickles. We hope a kind stranger will offer to take a photo of you with them if you’re into that kind of thing. If you enjoy that we do this for free every week, please consider helping us keep it that way via a link below. We’ll smile about it and send you love.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my pitch video and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun Bizarro swag from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

It is Easter Sunday here in Mexico, maybe where you are, too. Never missing an opportunity to celebrate things, Mexicans celebrate Easter for several weeks. 

Last week was Semana Santa (Holy Week), but the week before that, there were processions and other goings-on, too. I’m not sure if that week has a special name. Today is called Domingo de Pascua (Easter Sunday), and it marks the end of Semana Santa and the beginning of Easter week, the third in the series. 

Unlike most other holidays here, Pascua does not include parties and parades. It is a more serious, reserved kind of religious holiday about church and family. Nor does it include giant, magical rabbits, egg hunts, or baskets full of candy. 

Those are features of what is called “syncretism,” the combination of different religions, and are, in this case, exclusive to the US, Canada, and parts of Europe.

The big bunny and colored eggs are leftovers from ancient pagan rites of spring. Christianity tried to replace the pagan holiday with Easter, and mostly succeeded, but folks enjoyed the bunny and egg-hunt parts enough to keep those in the mix, though they had no obvious connection to the savior of the world returning from the dead.

Mexican Easter may not include those forms of syncretism, but it does employ the firing of small rockets that explode in the air and make a big boom. There are different theories for why they do this, but I suspect it is also a form of syncretism going back to before the Spanish Conquest. 

In an effort to attract the attention of the gods, the Aztecs used to beat enormous drums that created a deafening sound as loud as thunder. I can’t help but wonder if the use of explosives here during pretty much all religious holidays is left over from that. 

Olive Oyl and I are mostly used to this sporadic, year-round practice, but it often begins as early as 5 a.m., which can be alarming for tourists and other visitors. Giant bunnies and baskets of candy at Easter make no more logical sense than explosions, but at least they are quieter.

Since Mexico has incorporated various aspects of American Halloween into its Dia de Muertos holiday, it may not be long before Mexicans in bunny costumes will awaken us on Easter morning by marching down the streets banging gigantic drums. Time will tell.

The cat in my Sunday comic above has a quieter, if no less gentle, way of awakening its gods. It’s always something, I guess.

Time now to be awakened by the sound of our own chucklement at Wayno’s Bizarro cartoons from the week…

I’m a fan of Pug Rock from way back.

Unlike most people, I love being surrounded by the sound of cicadas. It drowns out my tinnitis.

My favorite white noise selection is called “Army of Cicadas.”

I can barely stand to be inside an airplane bathroom, so being in a submarine or a space capsule would be out of the question. Being in a submarine’s bathroom is about the worst thing I can imagine.

In Wayno’s blog post this week, he hastens to add that this cartoon was written, drawn, and submitted many weeks before the Sock Puppet in Chief flushed the US down the toilet in Iran. Neither of us thinks real wars are remotely humorous.

Jail is as scary to me as airplane bathrooms, so I have no humorous comments to add to this one.

That’s this week’s rude awakening, Jazz Pickles. If you are enchuckled by our weekly graphic shenanigans, please consider helping us keep these weekly adventures free of charge via the links below. We’ll thank you in our cartoon hearts.

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Bizarro TIP JAR …One-time or repeating. Your choice!

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my pitch video and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun Bizarro swag from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (Snag yours before it’s 2027!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Quickly: WHY WERE THERE ALMOST NO HIDDEN OBJECTS IN THIS PAST WEEK’S BIZARRO CARTOONS?!!! was a question I got a lot this week.

Since 2018, my partner in comics, Wayno, has written and drawn the Monday-Saturday Bizarro cartoons. When this past week’s cartoons were due to be submitted a few weeks ago, he was sick, so we nabbed a week of comics he did as a guest cartoonist over ten years ago. Back then, he was not the regular daily cartoonist and was not accustomed to packing each image with hidden stuff, so I didn’t insist on it. Yes, it was a scary week (see below!), but it’s over now, and the symbols are back for the foreseeable future.

Let’s progress to a more interesting topic.

My Sunday cartoon above is one of my favorites in a while. It’s a fun idea that was tons of fun to draw. I’m not a huge fan of sci-fi in general, and I’ve never believed that extraterrestrials have visited Earth, but in recent years I’ve changed my mind about that. 

Following are three (of several) reasons for my shift.

1) In a universe as incomprehensibly big as ours (don’t even try to comprehend it, you can’t), to assume this is the only planet where intelligent life happened to occur (or was intentionally planted) seems foolish.

2) For many decades, lots of very well-educated, successful, and powerful people have had personal experiences with aircraft and phenomena not explainable by human technology.

3) Not long ago, an elderly relative of mine said they’d seen an interesting documentary about UFOs, and asked me to watch it. To be polite, I turned my head while I rolled my eyes, then agreed to watch it, expecting to be as unimpressed by a bunch of speculative nonsense as I usually am with such efforts. What else would you expect from a skeptical (but polite) know-it-all like me?

But no. The film was well-made, and the testimonies from important, well-educated people not given to nonsense were extremely compelling. I came away convinced.

Yes, there are some disreputable human beings in the film, like Marco Rubio, but also some much less detestible ones.

I will admit that I openly hope aliens are here and watching us so that they might save the rest of us from the worst of us. Fingers crossed.

It’s called “The Age of Disclosure” and is available on Amazon Prime. Go ahead and roll your eyes. I won’t be able to see you.

Lastly, I quite liked this short, 10-minute set from the rapid-fire mind of my stand-up comic friend, Myq Kaplan, and thought I’d share it. It’s free to watch on YouTube.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTCHv1H4etk

FINALLY! Here’s the Secret-Symbol-bereft week of Bizarro comics from the rabid-fire mind and quick-drawing hands of my partner in comedy, Wayno…

For me, few things would describe hell better than a PowerPoint presentation. Or, come to think of it, any kind of business meeting.

Admittedly, this cartoon is funnier if you aren’t in jail for accessory to murder. Or, maybe that person would find it particularly hilarious, which is a little scary.

I’d have guessed this kid would be more attracted to DuckDuckGo.

I’m a fan of a few team sports (American football, ice hockey), but I can’t deny Jerry Seinfeld’s assertion that what we’re really rooting for is the uniform. It doesn’t matter what player it is; if they’re wearing your uniform of choice, they’re the good guy.

This is one of my all-time favorite Wayno gags. It always makes me laugh. (I’m laughing now.)

This joke is originally from well before the “stable genius” who is ruining America and the world had declared himself King, but it’s even more apropos now than it was way back then.

That slams the door on this week’s Hallway of Haha. I hope you chucked a chuckle or two. If you dig our groovy vibe and want to help us keep it free of ads and paywalls, please peruse the links below. We’ll giggle in our sleep as we dream of you.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my pitch video and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun Bizarro swag from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (Snag yours before it’s 2027!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Bienvenue, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for giving us a few of your moments.

I’m given to sharing too much, so I’ll tell you I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. I visited my fading parents in their “assisted living center”—that second word doesn’t seem entirely appropriate—and it’s always a depressing experience. My mother doesn’t know where she is or what’s happening and just wants to “go home,” while my father says he wishes he believed in suicide, but insists on letting God decide when it is his time.

Objectively, there’s no denying that it’s pharmacology that is keeping both of them alive. If they had truly let “God decide,” they’d both have been on their way over the rainbow bridge some time ago.

Speaking of gods, after I got home last Monday, I realized I’d picked up a god-foresaken virus from some random riffraff during my travels. It’s tormented me for nearly a week now and is making me wish I knew an exorcist. 

The visit with my parents, combined with the ongoing festival of misery I smuggled back home with me, has strengthened my resolve not to last longer than need be. If I get close to the end and I’m beginning to suffer as my parents are, I hope I have the sense and courage to say goodbye to my loved ones and evacuate this version of me.

Sorry for the downbeat opening. I warned you that I’m an over-sharer.

Now to the funnies: The title panel above is one of my personal favorites. It was originally a weekday panel cartoon that I later transformed into a title panel for the Sunday comics. To me, it represents the tendency some of us have to “knock ourselves out” with introspection and to create meaningful art. It’s also just funny in a surreal way.

It’s the perfect image for this week’s Sunday panel about Rodin’s The Thinker, as he thinks about his sculpture and wonders if it is finished. The reason for the color of the statue is that, though the final versions of this famous sculpture are bronze, it began as clay and was then cast in the molten alloy.

(To those of you who already knew that, I apologize for the mansplaining.)

Statues from ancient Greece, Rome, and Michelangelo’s amazing work were sculpted in marble, which is a faaaar more difficult undertaking, and much less forgiving. That’s not to say Rodin was not a genius brimming with talent. He was.

Now let’s enjoy the brimming chuckles of my comics partner, Wayno’s, Bizarro gags from the week…

Dopey and Goofy were only their nicknames. Their given names were Flatulence and Turdmuzzle.

I don’t even want to think about how many dogs it took to make that wiener.

Sadly, only two of the original members of The Beatless are still alive: Pawn MacArfry & Dingo Sklar.

I think all professions get idiotic questions like these as a result of the high incidence of stupidity among humans. Wayno and I, however, are fortunate to have a high percentage of intelligent readers.

May I suggest a large portfolio of expensive Non-Fungible Tokens?

This cartoon got a few questions from readers who are not Grammar Police, as I’m ashamed to admit I tend to be. I’m not sure about other English-speaking countries, but Americans tend to use “less'“ when they mean “fewer.”

For the non-grammar-obsessed among our readers, though this sign reflects the common phrasing used by stores, “less” is the wrong word in this context. The difference is that "less" is used for uncountable bulk or abstract measure (e.g., less water, less food), whereas "fewer" is used for countable, individual objects (e.g., fewer drops, fewer items).

Sorry.

That’s the whole enchilada for this week, Jazz Pickles. I hope you are not fewer amused for having visited. If you enjoy that we offer these bits of scribbles and wisdom for free, please consider helping us keep it that way via the links below. We’ll be fewer unhappy if you do.

The Naked Cartoonist…My every-other-week creative-writing subscription service.

Bizarro TIP JAR …One-time or repeating. Your choice!

WAYNO’S TIP JAR …One-time or repeating. Your choice!

My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY

Watch my pitch video and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun Bizarro swag from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar.

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Greetings, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for your visit.

At certain junctures of this illusion of time we call history, it is difficult not to associate otherwise innocent attempts at humor with current events. My Sunday cartoon above is doing that to me now.

When I first drew it, I didn’t have world events in mind, just a simple pun about stuffed animals being stuffed*.  But when I look at it now, it reminds me of how certain people and entities cannot get enough. Whether it be food, money, businesses, countries, or forced fealty, they continue to conquer and acquire in what I can only suppose is an attempt to quell their existential angst. It must be hell to live with that kind of fear. It’s certainly hell to live under their reign.

*Stuffed means something very different in British slang, but I’m an American, so I’m taking license. Thanks to the Orange Menace, however, the entire free world is “stuffed” in the British sense.

A SPECIAL THING: My Naked Cartoonist article from a few days ago got a lot of positive comments, and a few readers asked me to make it shareable, so I have. The Naked Cartoonist is my subscription creative writing project. For $5 a month, subscribers get two of my original articles, usually sporadically illustrated with Bizarro cartoons from the past.

I’m offering this week’s article for free here. It’s a satire of the famous Sermon on the Mount, as delivered in the modern day from the 18th green by a certain Orange Menace whose existential angst knows no bounds. I hope you enjoy it, despite its sad truths.

Time now to stumble through my able comic partner Wayno’s orchard of Bizarro cartoons from the week.

Getting down to the fruit of the matter.

From the Great Chimera Cook-off.

Looks like he’s about to use that stick to knock the shillelagh out of him.

I went to Catholic school, too, and it can be hard to shake those indoctrination dreams.

We enjoy occasionally leaning into the editorial side of cartooning.

I visited Vermont once for a wedding and am happy to recall it wasn’t one of mine.

That concludes this week’s comedy syrup, Jazz Pickles. If you enjoy that we do this for free each week, please consider helping us keep it that way via the links below. You’re the best pickles around.

The Naked Cartoonist…My every-other-week creative-writing subscription service.

Bizarro TIP JAR …One-time or repeating. Your choice!

WAYNO’S TIP JAR …One-time or repeating. Your choice!

My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY

Watch my pitch video and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun Bizarro swag from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar.