Yesterday, we shared a video of Nick Galifianakis nominating GoComics cartoonists to take part in the ALS #IceBucketChallenge.
Acting as a stunt double for Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes editor and former Universal Uclick/GoComics president Lee Salem accepted the challenge!
In case you hadn’t heard (and let’s face it, how could you not), IT’S SHARK WEEK!
While I have to admit I haven’t actually caught (no pun intended) any of the Shark Week specials on TV, I’ve gotten a few laughs out of the Shark Week jokes popping up across my GoComics homepage this week.
The Wizard of Id’s storyline has a special sharky twist this week.
Lost Sheep made my heart skip a beat.
I’ve even seen GoComics editorial cartoonists creatively incorporating well-timed Shark Week references while keeping us covered on current events.
Perhaps if Shark Week invaded some of my favorite guilty-pleasure TV shows, I’d be more likely to tune in.
For now, I’ll get my Shark Week fix through my comics.
Any soccer fans out there feeling like this?
What about like this?
Kansas City has transformed into a giant soccer-loving, red-white-and-blue-wearing, fun-spirited watch party mecca. The best part? The madness is happening just steps away from the GoComics headquarters!
While I’m not the biggest soccer fan, the enthusiasm is truly contagious.
I’ve mentioned before that I love when cartoonists incorporate current events into their comics, and I’m really getting a kick (no pun intended) out of the soccer-themed content showing up across my GoComics homepage.
And, of course, Win, Lose, Drew is always quick with a sports-related joke.
Clearly, I’m not the only one noticing the world’s transformation.
What does the World Cup excitement look like in your city?
Wondering how on earth the notoriously private cartoonist agreed to be a part of this comic strip? You’re not alone.
Though comics enthusiasts across the globe began to speculate about Watterson’s involvement as soon as the first strip was published, the Web went wild when Pastis confirmed the strip’s guest illustrator. More than 3 million people have viewed Pastis’ blog post, which gives fans a behind-the-scenes glimpse into his amazing, clever and humorous experience in working with Watterson.
As if there was any doubt to the widespread elation of this situation, Pastis’ post skyrocketed to the No. 1 blog post worldwide on WordPress.
GoComics, too, was flooded with fans looking to relish in the artwork, receiving more than 6.1 million page views on Saturday.
What’s next for Watterson? Only time will tell. But for now, we’ll be soaking up the incredible, unexpected gem found in Pearls Before Swine.
I've been thinking a lot about Google lately. The thing about Google that's really unsettling is that besides knowing all of our respective personal data, they know what's in our hearts. We ask search engines things we'd never ask another human (assuming we knew another human who could even answer such questions as, "Do you know if anyone breeds huge rabbits?"). Market dominance aside, possessing information about what's troubling us makes them easily the most powerful company in history. Good thing they're not evil, probably.
Since the Internet is such a conceptually weird thing to begin with (abstractly: "Here's a functionally infinite well of Man's knowledge that you can access over air... no witchcraft necessary!"), and humans, deep down and stripped of context, are even weirder, getting a peek at our aggregated, collective curiosities doesn't really demonstrate anything useful. Most thoughts we have on a daily basis probably wouldn't seem like they proceeded in a straight line if we listed them out in bullet points. Even if this information could be collated into something usable, we'd still be only moments away from getting distracted by a video of robotic traffic cop girls in Pyongyang, so I'm fine with humanity remaining an unsolvable mystery, since the answer would probably be something like, "Cats and celebrity gossip!".
However, this map, posted today by some place called Estately, troubles me. So much so, in fact, that I returned to it after rewatching that Pyongyang Robogirl video a few times. I'm originally from Kansas, and while I grew up near enough to the Missouri state line that I couldn't reliably tell you where to find livestock (go, uh, west, I guess?), I'm not too surprised by my home state's concern over hoof and mouth disease. The threat is real, people. However, despite the image suggested by having "Universal" as the first part of our company's name, Universal UClick is not run out of a high-rise in Manhattan or in a cargo plane than never lands, it's based in Missouri. So you can understand that it hurts a little that the folks in our home state are so dead set on tracking down Family Circus, a comic that we don't even syndicate.
Above: The star indicates UU's approximate location. I made this myself!
Far be it from me to score a bunch of easy jokes based on insignificant data, but I'm not above stooping down for a handful or two. Content is king, after all.
Photo credit: Nietzsche Family Circus
Some theories as to why our hometown is so curious about Family Circus's whereabouts:
1) Our company is so effective at disseminating comics to the masses that the masses never need to question where to find them. If you're lucky enough to be able to see, we have you covered. Better yet, we've identified underserved segments of the market ripe for further investment! Coming soon: audio-only spoken descriptions of our most popular comics, offered via daily micro-podcasts! Example: "Panel one: Garfield naps. Panel two: Jon walks past with a mustache. Panel three: Oh, jeez, it's really hard to describe, but Garfield does this thing… it's crazy. Crud, I wish you could see it, it's hilarious!"
2) One guy searched "Family Circus" over and over again using the TOR browser to tip the results in an art project similar to that Horse_ebooks thing. The techno-wiz in question goes by the handle of "N0T_M3." Welcome to the payoff!
3) All of our grandmothers live in Missouri, and all of their newspapers are stolen each day by their dirtbag neighbors.
4) No one in Missouri owns a computer, and this map merely bumped Illinois' #2 result over the border so it wouldn't be a weird blank spot. By the way, nice job, Illinois-- your people won't stand for racist jokes they've already heard, so staying on top of the most current, cutting-edge racism is an admirable priority. Shape up, you jerks. Sheesh.
5) Thanks to a loophole in Missouri's tax credit program, hundreds of prospective trapeze artists, human cannonballs, goat-faced women, elephant wranglers and sad clowns migrated to the state a year ago in hopes of finding work and began to intermarry. They sit patiently at libraries across the state each day, searching fruitlessly for a job suited to the skills of their families, then all ride home each night in the same tiny car.
Above: Three squares vs. one circle? For your comic-reading dollar, you can't beat the value offered by Cul de Sac.
I am in no way attempting to discourage anyone eager to check in with Family Circus from doing so; that strip is basically the backbone of my interest in comics, and making fun of it is as mean-spirited as it is hack. But-- and I'd say this even if I didn't work here-- if it's family-centric comics you people are looking for, we have a bunch, and they're all terrific. Cul de Sac? Yes. Literally thousands of them. Jump Start? Believe it, son: that strip has, like, seven different families, each with a distinct silhouette. Grizzwells? Yes, though they're technically all bears. For Better or For Worse? Since its beginning! They even aged in real-time, unlike those poor Keane kids and their chromosomal deficiencies.
Humbly, Missouri, I submit: give us a shot. We could be so good together.
My job is tricky to explain in casual conversation. When asked, I usually say something along the lines of, "I work with comics," before muttering something witty about Marmaduke. There's more to my job, of course, but I've learned that illuminating my role in bringing a puzzle-hungry nation their daily Sudoku infusion is a conversational dead-end with anyone whom I'd like to continue speaking.
My hilarious quips about Marmaduke do double duty to disarm the listener with my insight and to vaguely establish that I don't mean comic books, I mean syndicated strips. I take a silly amount of pride in my association with them. More often than not, this is met with, "Comics? Cool, I love ______!!" (fill in Calvin and Hobbes, Pooch Cafe, The Far Side, Dilbert, Frazz, etc), which is always nice to hear, though the only credit I can take for a given strip's success is not betraying the trust instilled in me by adding mustaches to all the characters as a funny prank. But peoples' word choice is always the same: "love" instead of "like," even if they're not still active readers. The effort that goes into getting a strip in front of an audience is an exercise in passion, which is a gritty sort of love-- for the fun of drawing, the precision of language, the grind of working out all the myriad details along the way so that someone in a kitchen somewhere can chuckle softly to himself before moving on with his day. Obviously, silly characters doing funny things is going to be inherently appealing, but there's more to them that makes them stick firmly and fondly in the mind of readers.
Ponderously articulated or not, something about the medium connects with lots of people on a really deep level, and the feeling stays put, resistant to eroding over the years into one of those youthful pastimes that, in hindsight, goes from character-defining to a deeply regrettable stage in learning how to have good taste. Maybe it's because there's no risk in enjoying a given comic, no cultural cache to be gained by affiliating oneself with, say, F Minus instead of Betty. They're all great if you're a fan. Comics are around for you to enjoy, and require as much or as little attention as you care to give them. Take a break for as long as you want-- they'll still be there for you whenever you return, and they'll still be great.
Seeing as it's Valentine's Day, and I clearly spend a lot of much time thinking about how people relate to comics, I thought it might be worth exploring the way the comics relate to each other. Sound like a stretch? Wait until you see the nonsense I have planned for St. Patrick's Day.
Manifestation: The most conventional type of relationship on our spectrum, but only because most people didn't realize how broad the boundaries of love could be until the advent of the Color Internet opened our eyes to the elasticity of amour. Deep into their marriage, with no kids in the house to distract them, Jimmy Johnson's Arlo & Janis have built a lasting love on a foundation of attraction, respect, and mutual bemusement with those dang smartphones.
Notable for: The gentle, profound sense of purpose that comes with finding someone with whom to share your life; spooning.
Preferable to: Escaping through the bayou handcuffed to a fellow member of your chain-gang, blood feuds and foreign game shows where you have to sing karaoke while being lowered into a vat of frogs and snakes.
Manifestation: Unshakable, innate and as evolutionarily beneficial to our species' continued propagation as thumbs, tool use and the absence of velociraptors. In Robb Armstrong's Jump Start, that broad, unconditional bond stretches across generations, social strata and the vicissitudes of occasions where use of the word "vicissitudes" is appropriate. Also, one of the grade school-aged kids is a doctor, somehow!
Notable for: A sense of belonging, security and comfort; people who will store all your old action figures when you move into your own place.
Preferable to: Being a wooden boy brought to life by a fairy; Dickensian orphanhood.
Boy & Dog:
Manifestation: In Red & Rover by Brian Basset, Red (boy) and Rover (dog) spend all day playing, cuddling, and nurturing each other through a big, soft world that seems to exist on the dateline between a post-WWII midwestern idyll and our modern world. The simplicity of a place where all the toy shops sell model planes and the televisions are gigantic and sit on the floor allow Red and Rover to constantly share the same purity of excited affection usually only witnessed briefly in your dog's frenzy when you first get home from work.
Notable for: Being so good and cute, oh yes it is, oh yeah, such a good strip, such a good-- you wanna go outside, strip? C'mon, comic strip, let's go to the park! [pat pat pat]
Preferable to: Boy and Cat. There'd be no strip if Rover was a cat, unless every plot revolved around Red walking around the house calling for Rover to come out, while Rover hunched under a bed, listlessly cleaning himself and occasionally yawning.
Boy & Squid:
Manifestation: In Mark Tatulli's Lio --whose tone is sort of like The Wonder Years mixed with the episode of The Twilight Zone where the telekinetic kid keeps sending people to a cornfield with his mind-- there is occasionally a giant squid. I'm not sure if the squid has much of a backstory, but he seems to hold Lio in whatever the squid equivalent of "buddy" is. They have adventures that span a spirited mix of science, spite, shenanigans and sweetness, and the squid is gentle enough with Lio not to squish him when they hug. Yet.
Notable for: The fact that there's a giant squid just hanging around in the yard, and no one raises a stink. We've come a long way, America.
Preferable to: Squid and Boy. In most instances, a squid would find it pretty tricky to even get a kid's attention, since it would have to swim dangerously close to shore to be visible from land. Even then, it would have to gauge its timing perfectly to ensure that anyone was present when it appeared, that the shore-based prospective friend wasn't a predator, would be intuitive enough to understand the squid's appeals for companionship, and had an apparatus on hand to keep the squid's skin supple in the open air. Assuming the squid could find friendship before the seagulls spotted him, he would have to be emotionally prepared to never again return to the ocean, since there's a lot more potential for excitement in the variety of environments offered on land. Expecting the human to prefer seeking adventure while the two of them paddled around on the ocean's surface would put a lot of strain on the relationship, and the only excitement they'd be likely to find would be sunburns and jellyfish. Plus, the mindset of ocean life is a lot more old-fashioned than we forward-thinking mammals, and they would likely shun the both of them by retreating scornfully into coral. So sad.
Boy & Stuffed Tiger:
Manifestation: There is no artistic medium more suited to depicting the daily exploits of a child's imagination than comics, and no example of comics as an art form than Calvin and Hobbes-- but you know that already. Calvin's a kid, Hobbes is his stuffed buddy, and you should probably stop reading this right now and go read today's strip, instead. Hobbes is a great listener, coconspirator and foil, but he's also a crucial voice of reason to rein in Calvin's rampaging id. It's a bit like Fight Club, except, it's about a kid and a stuffed tiger being wonderful, instead of grown men hitting each other and crying about Ikea. Other than that, it's exactly like Fight Club.
Notable for: Being a perfect object that will stand the test of time, as well as any and all hyperbole I keep shoveling onto it.
Preferable to: I dunno, Life of Pi?
Cat & Lasagna:
Manifestation: Garfield's enlarged heart is limited to tough love for nearly all the players in his life, as exemplified by how often he breaks into his customary half-lidded smirk, which is a pretty efficient way to synthesize the inscrutable smugness through which most real cats relate to the world. Garfield's broad, guileless grins are reserved for those specific things which benefit him directly: Jon or Odie being injured due as a result of his actions or due to his conscious inaction at a crucial moment, napping-related miscellany and food either intended for him or unguarded enough for him to steal. Lasagna's rich, textured layers are the ideal indulgence for his appetites, and as he's pondered whilst gazing longingly into his own reflection 'pon many an emptied plate over the years, a delight with more secrets than he has lives. Which is to say, at least ten, but probably more. Maybe twelve!
Notable for: Personally, I've always derived a great deal of enjoyment imagining the sound of a kitty furtively snacking on a dish of lasagna in an otherwise quiet room. They have such teensy mouths!
Preferable to: Mondays. AM I RIGHT?!
Dog & Bone:
Manifestation: Pretty much any cartoon that has ever featured a dog as a cameo or reoccurring character. Chiefly, Marmaduke, who is never specific about his intent after finding a bone, be it gifted to him or pilfered from a plate, but is very, very serious about obtaining as many bones as he can, as frequently as possible, even if he has to chew through some healthy flesh to get to them.
Notable for: The observation that dogs liking bones is a relatable occurrence from many peoples' experience with real dogs.
Preferable to: Dogs eating steaks all the time. Besides it being unhealthy for the dog in the long-term, they'd probably start acting like they thought they were better than us because of their high-class diet. If we are to retain any semblance of social order in these troubled times, we must restrict dog-steaks to "treat" status. The last group to permit their canines to dictate their own diets were the Romans, and one of the only things that remains of their legacy are totems of Romulus and Remus, which stand as a chilling portrait of beastly subversion of Man's supremacy. If we are to remain on the right side of the leash, we must not waver.
Boy & No One:
Manifestation: The brutal, crushing saga of Charlie Brown's annual Valentine's Day heartbreak at the hollow, laughing mouth of his mailbox. Spending time alone when you're a kid isn't necessarily a bad thing, as it provides a space for introspection and nurturing personal interests, but the isolation forced upon ol' Chuck thanks to the world's utter derision for him can't be healthy. It's a credit to the mastery of the medium exhibited by Charles Schulz that we think of Peanuts as warm and largely innocent-- it certainly can be, but reading year after year of Valentine's Day strips in a single sitting makes it clear that a huge portion of the run was devoted to different ways to humiliate, belittle and reject Charlie Brown. It's stated repeatedly that the reason he never gets Valentines isn't because he forgot to file proper change-of-address forms or Woodstock used them for nesting material, it's because literally no one likes him. To his credit, he takes this in stride and remains steadfast in his hope, but his posture slumps a little more every year when propped up against the mailbox's post. Poor kid. Why won't his parents put down their trumpets and hug him?
Notable for: The fact that this emotional hellscape never, ever relents, except for a few weeks in the 70s where Charlie developed a rash, had to wear a bag over his head, and was mistakenly popular at camp because no one could see his face.
Preferable to: Uh, I guess being uniformly and cruelly ignored is slightly better than the opposite, where you're a household name for starting a plague. It's also better than being chased into a cave by a mob of villagers. At least the neglect is largely benign and consistently frosty enough that it stops being much of a surprise after a few years. If I may say so, I think you're a good man, Charlie Brown.
After a sobering look at my word count, I think we can probably conclude our survey for this year. If anyone needs me, I'll be at my desk, putting makeup on my stuffed Garfield doll so we don't look out of place when we go out for our Valentine's dinner this evening. Please don't judge me.
True story: my parents met at a party in college when my mother, a woman whose affability rivals one of those motion-activated dancing Santas, greeted the man she would one day marry by saying, "Oh, you have a mustache!"
My father replied immediately, "Yeah, so do you."
Two kids and forty years of marriage later, I think we can all agree, without that mustache, my mom would've had to come up with an observation about the beer he was holding or whatever, and my dad's quick wit would've likely resulted in him remarking that she also had a beer, thus rendering his let-me-get-you-a-beer abilities academic, which would've caused an alternate timeline where they never married, and the Axis powers won WWII, even though my parents' first meeting happened well after the Allied victory. Spooky, right?
I don't need an excuse to grow a mustache. Anyone who knows me even casually knows that-- I make sure and say so right away upon first meeting someone. My enthusiasm for mustaches is such that I've sported a beard for the last year or so, reasoning that a beard is technically the maximum mustache a person can have. I'm not bragging, but it totally connects to my sideburns.
Others know the triumph of facial hair, and have wisely made it work towards the Greater Good: "Movember" is a relatively new charitable effort where men around the world enlist sponsors to donate money towards assorted good causes relating to mens' health issues while the men spend the month of November growing mustaches. I don't really know how it works beyond that, but it results in a lot of mustaches, and a lot of pictures of men hugging. Seems pretty straightforward, I guess.
The only downside to having such bold, consistent facial hair is that when an event like Movember rolls around, my choices are either to shrug off a good cause for the sake of my own considerable (and fully justified) vanity and leave myself unshorn, or rob the world of my sweet beard for a few weeks as I shave it down to my radiant, hydrated skin, leaving onlookers yearning for the promise of hyper-masculine rebirth contained within my boyish visage. As an incredibly good-looking gentleman of limitless potential, I know I'll be fine, but it just doesn't seem fair to rob the great unwashed masses of their daily gasp and swoon as I stride confidently by on my walk home.
So this year, rather than risk marring my "money-maker" with worry lines over this matter, I resolved to find a solution that would benefit all parties concerned. Much as it did on that evening so long ago between my parents-to-be, fate's mustache turned gently upwards in a smile, lifting the branches from my path.
Gazing around the office, I was only an eighth of the way through my planned 360 degree inspiration-seeking turn in my chair when the notion struck: I could kill all sorts of birds with one big rock, if I lured them with some croutons and waited on the roof for just the right moment to drop the emergency bolder we keep up there. Also, I had a solution to the whole Movember thing, and would concentrate on executing the plan once I got those damn birds outside to quiet down once and for all.
Everyone's new favorite single-panel strip WuMo is just days in to its run, after enjoying the biggest launch of any strip in our company's history. Since everyone around here is thrilled with the success and eager to keep the momentum a-rollin', why not whip up a batch of brand synergy and devise a new means of promotion that would allow me to leave my stunning looks unaltered?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to WuMovember.
Below are a collection of decorative, temporary mustaches forged from selected WuMo strips, easily printed and cut out to suit any face, even those without noses or lips!
While the actual Movember is a means to promote awareness and raise money towards a variety of issues relating to mens' health, WuMovember seeks only to raise awareness of the fact that you're wearing a silly cartoon mustache taped to your face.
Join our cause-- our mustaches look so much less stupid than most of the mustaches grown by guys who really, really want you to notice their mustaches, and depending on your chosen paper stock, are up to 60% less waxy than actual mustaches.
(Click on any of the following to make 'em nice and/ or big.)
"The Dowdy Falconer"
Unlike other Movembers, WuMovember is gender-neutral, adheres to no cause or charity, and allows you to walk around wearing a fun, paper mustache. Together, we can make a difference.* Keep an eye out for your soulmate!
*A difference between wearing paper mustaches and not, I mean.
Strange days are upon us politically, no matter where you reside as you read this post. History is made every day, but with border wars continuing in the Middle East and the world facing one of the largest weapons threats since the Cuban missile crisis and the Cold War, it's a time for awareness. Even those who look the other way when it comes to politics are taking note.
As we look at history, our cartoonists are taking note of a tragedy that affected the world 12 years ago: the 9/11/01 tragedies in New York City, Washington D.C. and western Pennsylvania. To honor those who served, who lost their lives and loved ones, our GoComics editorial and political social media accounts will unify for 24 hours. For one day, we will share the same content to memorialize and take note of this unforgettable time.
Follow along and/or "like" us on our Facebook and Twitter accounts.
Here's the latest just-posted post from R.C. Harvey's comics blog RANTS & RAVES, which you can always read on our site via the column of links over on the right, or, to be more precise, here:
The National Cartoonists Society committed history again on Memorial Day weekend, this time, in Pittsburgh at the confluence (as natives are addicted to saying) of the Allegheny and the Monongahela rivers (both of which disappear immediately to form the Ohio). Not only did NCS name the “cartoonist of the year” last Saturday, but it did it twice: voting for the coveted Reuben trophy winner produced a tie this year, for only the second time in 67 years. Brian Crane, who does the comic strip Pickles (mostly about Earl and Opal, doting grandparents and cranky co-existers) and Rick Kirkman, who draws Jerry Scott’s gags in Baby Blues (a strip about a family with three kids, a mother and a too-large-nosed father), went home each with a heavy metal statuette named after NCS’s first prez, Rube Goldberg. The third nominee was Stephan Pastis, who casts Pearls Before Swine. The only other time a tie vote produced two “cartoonists of the year” was in 1968 when editorial cartoonist Pat Oliphant tied Johnny Hart (B.C. and Wizard of Id).
This was Crane’s third nomination; first for Kirkman. Pastis has now been the bridesmaid for five consecutive times. He should not, however, be discouraged: Dan Piraro (Bizarro) won in 2009 on his eighth nomination; ditto, Pat Brady (Rose Is Rose) in 2004. And we all lost count of the number of times Garry Trudeau was nominated for Doonesbury before he won in 1995.
The festive Awards Banquet was further enlivened by Master of Ceremonies Jason Chatfield, the Australian who inherited a national monument when he took over the comic strip Ginger Meggs in 2007 at the death of James Kemsley who had done the strip for 23 years. (Ginge first appeared on November 13, 1921, in Us Fellers, a strip by the legendary Jimmy Bancks; the red-headed pre-pubescent mischief-maker soon elbowed the others off the masthead, and Bancks continued the kid’s capers for the next 32 years; the strip persists in 120 newspapers in 34 countries). In addition to being a cartoonist and prez of the Australian equivalent of NCS, Chatfield is a deft song-and-dance man and an accomplished stand-up comedian, who performed through the evening with panache and flourish.
The announcement of this year’s Reuben winner(s) is the climactic event of the evening: it is preceded by the presentation of other awards, including the Division Awards in 15 areas of cartooning endeavor. Before those were presented, NCS conferred the Milton Caniff Lifetime Achievement Award on Brad Anderson, who has been producing Marmaduke since June 1954 (now assisted by his son Paul), and the Silver T-Square for service to the profession on Universal Press/Uclick’s Lee Salem (see Opus 307), whose leadership, canny talent discoveries and stalwart support of cartoonists has set an industry standard for syndicates.
A complete listing of the Division Award winners and finalists as well as other juicy tidbits about the weekend frolic can be found (in a day or so hence) in the Usual Place (Rants & Raves at RCHarvey.com; the list without frolics can be found almost immediately at Reuben.org). Before we leave the premises, here’s a photograph of your intrepid reporter with the soulmate he found in Pittsburgh.
If you've ever wondered what a television show by Doonesbury creator G.B. Trudeau would look like, now's your chance to find out. Amazon Originals has just released the pilot episode of ALPHA HOUSE, about four Republican senators who share a rented house in Washington, D.C. John Goodman stars as North Carolina's Gil John Biggs, and there are cameos by Bill Murray and Stephen Colbert.
So check the pilot out HERE, and let them know what you think. If the reception is enthusiastic, they will proceed to produce a dozen episodes. Here's a link to Michael Cavna's WaPo article and interview with Trudeau. And to whet your appetite, here's the trailer:
Yesterday's tragedies surrounding explosions at the finish line of the Boston Marathon struck a nerve worldwide. Once again, a group of unknowing citizens were hit when most vulnerable. Many of our creators, the GoComics staff and readers are a part of the running community and are also residents of the northeastern United States. We offer our sympathies and condolences.
Once again, I am proud to be a part of an industry where our technology and creativity allows us to speak out in a time of crisis. Through our artists' works and images, they speak for many who acknowledge the pain, focus on the triumphs and illustrate the raw emotion and sensitivities of our lives. Here now is a collection of our artists' work that took note of the Boston Marathon tragedies.
- Gene Willis
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It’s my favorite time of the year -- a time when people come together to support and uplift a common goal. A time filled with excitement and energy. A time spent with friends and family gathered together.
No, I’m not talking about the holiday season. I’m talking about March Madness!
Kansas City has been a buzz the past five days with the Big 12 tournament and now with the NCAA men’s basketball tournament at the Sprint Center.
Have you filled out your brackets yet?
I am cheering for Kansas!
I hope you are making the most of your spring break.
I can relate. After a summer internship years ago, I was in a car accident in a major city intersection, during afternoon rush hour. Few things are more humbling than hearing the traffic report broadcasting to the entire metro area that your car is the reason for the 15-minute delay on a highway.
Did you know that we've started back to the origin days and story for Luann? It's called "Luann Againn" and launched yesterday. The unique story here is that these are the same day-and-date postings as they were when Greg Evans was first syndicated 28 years ago. Follow along with one of the most beloved comic strips in recent history.
The Pink Panther crashed Off the Mark's St. Paddy's Day party this past Sunday! Can you name all the characters in this Sunday funny?
In recent years, the zombie theme has exploded. Zombies have popped up in television shows, movies, books, comics and more. There is something entertaining in this macabre fantasy that finds itself ever-more popular. Zombies are comical and provide for an entire storyline of “what if” scenarios.
I have fallen prey to the zombie revolution. At this point, The Walking Dead television series on AMC is almost a religion for me. I never miss an episode! I discovered an app called Dead Yourself. It is fantastic! You can snap a picture of yourself and, using Dead Yourself, see what you would look like as a zombie. Aren’t I a beaut!
Embrace the undead hype, because this trend will never die.
The Midwest has been hit hard in the past couple weeks with snow -- about 24 inches in Kansas City.
I have come to realize that children see the snow so differently than adults do. Kids see a snow day filled with snowball fights, snow forts, sledding and no school.
Adults become a bit jaded to the beauty of snow because they experience all the repercussions. They deal with hazardous road conditions, cold cars, shoveling and power outages. There are a few adults, however, who never lose the fun in a snow day and one of those adults is my dad.
He loves the snow and his engineered industrial snow blower. His “playing in the snow” consists of plowing every driveway on our block. This snow stud sincerely enjoys every minute of it. Helping others has always made my dad happy, and if he gets to use a cool piece of machinery in the process … all the better.
Be more childish and enjoy the snow!
Biographic's great moments in Oscar history from the talented Steve McGarry!
I may not be wearing a ball gown and pearls anymore but I am still a little girl at heart who loves to make a night of the Oscars.
OK, fine. This is true. BUT! I still won my Oscar pool last night, so I'm a happy camper!
The hustle isn't a hustle, once the thrill is gone.
Linus, when you figure this one out, give me a call.
Next time they discuss the housing market on NPR, I hope they read this Frank and Ernest Sunday instead of discussing the actual figures.
Oh, the ever-growing disconnect between generations...
C'mon parents! Never leave your baby unsupervised with crayons!
On Monday, Feb. 11, Pope Benedict XVI announced his intent to resign from the papacy because of his advanced age. The Holy Pontiff is 85 years old and feels that he is too weak, physically, to carry out the duties of the position. On Feb. 28 at 8:00 p.m. (Rome time) he will officially step down.
The last pope to resign was Pope Gregory XII in 1415 -- nearly 600 years ago.
The pope has a tough job. The past few years have been especially stressful for the Roman Catholic Church and the pope. On top of the sex abuse scandals, there is this tension between preserving tradition and fostering progress that the Holy Pontiff must grapple with every day. For someone who is getting up in years, it can be very taxing.
According to Canon law, a resignation must be made freely and properly manifested. The resigning pope must also be of sound mind. I have mixed feelings about Pope Benedict’s resignation, but if he feels it is his duty to the Church to step down, who am I to argue with the pope?
This announcement, however, has caused quite the stir in the Catholic community and society abroad. Even our GoComics cartoonists are contributing to the conversation.
A new pope is to be elected and in place by Easter. I am eager to see who fills the position and if he can handle the immense pressures and expectations of the job.